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[featuring no limit all stars]
[fiend]
Womp womp!
It's that it's that nigga.
Womp womp!
Mr. serv on in this nigga.
Womp womp!
Klc on the beat.
It's mr. (womp)
Chorus
I'm a no limit tank nigga tank nigga (do you what)
Actin bad blowin dank nigga dank nigga
You wanna war get stank nigga stank nigga
And we ain't dying cause we aint nigga we can't nigga x2
[mr. serv on]
Let's be realistic, if i slap the fuck out ya would you talk about it
Better yet, if i come to your motherfuckin house
Fuck your wife, piss on your grass, kick your dog would you cry about it
No doubt about it nigga, i'm a fuckin soldier
If one of us die nigga we roll the body over, kiss the tank
And pray to the motherfuckin ghetto saint
Be afraid to die bitch, i can't
Put a pistol to my head, why the fuck should i be scared, i'm heartless
I'm tired of doin three consectutive lifetimes, nigga respect this
I don't give a fuck about your life
I cut your motherfuckin wrist twice
Spray, all your homies bleed and make you scream through the motherfuckin
Night
I put it down like my homie big ed, i put it down like that
Nigga fuck that, i never leave my motherfuckin house without a motherfuckin