[Verse 1: Mac]

No Limit black sheep, played the back seat for months

Stayed away from the Tanqueray, bitches and blunts

Still Mac nigga, ain't nothin' changed

Got the rings and the gold chains

Now bitches wanna know my whole name

I penetrate 'em, then I disintegrate 'em

I let the next nigga date 'em, cause I don't hate 'em

I spit voodoo, to the most hard to get hoes

And at the end of the night, I'm rippin' off clothes

You fuckin' with the realest, from lyrical spillers

To killers and dealers and cap peelers, and street guerillas

From villains to chillers, we made millions

And paid killers to protect scrilla

So what the fuck you talk about Willis?

You hear that word camouflage when you hear my name

I represent the shell shocked cause it's in my veins

No Limit soldier is on my left arm, I took it in blood

Throw your hood up if you a thug

And all them niggas say

[Chorus: Mac]

Woah!

You see a soldier on the streets holler

Woah!

You hear them soldiers on them beats holler

Woah!

Every time them soldiers speak holler

Woah!

[Verse 2: Kane & Abel]

Load your weapons, grab your gats

We sprinkle daily verbs over tracks

Hit the chest like heart attacks

When my lyrical hammer cock back

And leave bullet holes in your Bourbons and Lacs

The only thing we give them hoes is a dick and a smack

Gangstafied Kane & Abel, you know the camouflage assassin

Blastin' and mashin', kidnappin' and head bashin'

Razor blade slashin', the indo blunt passin'

For the cash and, woah! It's 'bout to happen

What you want [?] ugly with that 223

Hit 'em up in 3D, now it's Banned From TV

Niggas playa hated, I sho hated

Spark the weed, cremated

See this game, we regulated

[Verse 3: Mr. Serv-On]

Nigga, you know me

The nigga that spell everything out? (Nah)

The nigga that'll run through your motherfuckin' set and bang

Your hoe motherfuckin' out (Fuck yeah nigga)

The nigga that's catchin these niggas and beatin 'em down

Cause they wearin' Tanks, they don't know what the fuck it mean

Nigga, that's the fuck, that's about punchin' your fuckin' mouth

The nigga that'll tear the club up

Nigga, I don't give a fuck if you bangin' or slangin'

Nigga when I put this Tank up nigga you get rowdy as the fuck

But if you think I was gon' leave this motherfucker without spellin' a line

K-L you done lost your motherfuckin' mind

Stop the track cause these niggas don't know about my clique, black

I'm down with the M to the A to the C

It's the S to the E to the R to the V

Fuckin' with the T to the A to the N to the K

And when I come through motherfucker and I raise my Tank up high

You best believe some of you coward motherfuckers gon' die

[Chorus: Mac]

Woah!

You see them soldiers on the streets holler

Woah!

You hear them soldiers on them beats holler

Woah!

Every time them soldiers speak holler

Woah!

[Verse 4: Big Ed]

Nigga what I claim? Nigga I claim TRU!

I hang with niggas that's killas with TRU tattoos

I got my name Big Ed from what I put between hips

I got my name Assassin from the way I empty out clips

Wear the No Limit soldier, thuggin' at heart

Hittin' niggas with throwaways when I toss 'em I break 'em apart

Niggas get your guns up if you rowdy

And when Assassin hit the stores, buy the album if you 'bout it 'bout it

[Verse 5: Snoop Dogg]

Rowdy gangsta in this motherfucker, loco

So I can come through and keep it TRU and do what the fuck I must

I bust, I keep it TRU from the 'ginnin

Snoop Dogg, the representer from Long Beach City

A TRU tank dog, bank y'all in y'all face

If y'all try to come close, y'all can't run this race

I place my self above the stack

With my homeboys Mac and sack you fact, we strap for strap

We got your back, don't even flip out or trip out

Or dip out, these niggas lookin' at me strange

My game to maintain, I let it go, I sell it don't tell it

Y'all can't touch it motherfucker, or bail it, for real

[Verse 6: Mia X]

Biggest mama, drama two guns here I come

Puttin' it down for my last son, the camouflaged one

Mac-a-don, get your shine on cause it's your time

And I'ma get my rhyme on and spit like nine

Cocked nine millimeters the ghetto diva

Mia X-rated, golden platinum plated

Face it, when they hear me on the K-L track

All them niggas grab they head and jump back

Hollerin' woah cause it's goin' down like lips to dick

I'm so tight I make you bitches never wanna see the mic

And spit, the matter lesson rhymes next to mine

I'm mama superior, you hoes is fearin' the lyrical warfare I exhale

Some fake bitches like your name is Mel

Battle anybody, hip hop or Glock

On TRU I'ma close your shop, woah!

[Outro: Mia X]

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