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Mr. Serv-On
I'm a sn*tch your heart out through your fking chest
I represent this fking tank time to bow to the best
fk the rest
nigg* don't ask my fking rank
Will shoot your children in the grave and a pistol in your face now
tell me what the fk you think about my bank
We getting bad don't touch these boys on my shoulder
How many times we told ya
We came to get this b*tch rowdy
Been bout it
?? and the colonel only
Virginia to Denver ready to die with me
So put your guns up
I gives a fk
So nigg* respect when I represent
Let's get it started
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Let's get it started
(b*tch I'm a soldier)
Started
(A soldier)
Let's get this mothafka started
(A mothafking soldier)
Mia X
nigg* what you want huh nigg* where ya at
We here to get it started playa haters gone get parted at the wigs you dig
Mama X is the picture with it on her mind
Subliminal lyricals tell ya she ain't lying
My mouthpeice got MC's shivering like a c*cked nine
Get on the floor surrender
Before my vocals send ya
To the promise land beg for your ?? then call me maam
Cause the only way your s**t will survive is if my verbal gun jam
And it won't cause I don't be playing bout my lyric skills
Hit ya so hard your ID pictures gone feel it
The realest gots to be that TRU b*tch
From that No Limit click click
fk the rhyming nigg* its time for gangsta s**t
And I'm with it, dumb hoe beaters be pounding
My right left as* whippings I give last to the year 2000
Quiet as kept, I step with soldiers starting it off
Think she ain't mama 4 starred major general of the tank
Let's get it started
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Master P
H-N-I a head nigg* in charge
Techs, Ak's Mc's we living large
d*mn it ain't no sucker bucking on you busters
Got them g's for you busters got them boulders for you
cluckers
My game is to pull rank and rowdy
11 plus I'm bout it bout it
nigg* down south with the gangers
Slanging g's keep one up in the chamber
don't play scream No Limit
nigg* talk s**t a million gone be in him
To your fking dome, rushing up your home
Fed hits on that talk s**t won't last long
Full metal jackets, grenade cause I'm a ghetto star
My definition of a soldier any nigg* that ain't scared to
go to war
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Silkk
b*tch I be quick to jump something off the mothafking ride of the
worst
Keep s**t at a minimum cause I don't like to hear that s**t talking
In other words keep your mothafking mouth quiet
I represent like fking flags and I sag like t*ts
nigg* I don't brag on your as* cause my 44 sag and my d*ck shhh
Now peep though
Cause I'll drop your mothafking as* like a 64
nigg* I'm creeping like creep shows
Creep mean sneaking like a mothafking tip toe
To my slim ?? like a penatentiary mothafking baller
See I represent my mothafking ward roll with that hard
nigg* fk a bodyguard
nigg* fk stress I keep them guessing like a mothafking charade
Bullets fly like grenades
nigg* fk weapons, next time you better step like berets
Keep my game sharp like a fade
What the fk you say
No Limit Soldiers roll tight like fking braids
stay twisted like fking dreads
nigg* busted as* get played
Don't try to act fking brave
Cause I got the best pound for pound like beats
Ask O'Dell, KL, Mo B d*ck and Craig B
So lets get ready to fking rumble
Let me ask you one time for you stumble
Can't stop us or shock us that's why I make your as* fumble
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