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No Limit black sheep, the back seat for months
Stayed away the Tanqueray, bitches and blunts
Still Mac nigga, ain't nothin
Got the rings and the gold
Now wanna know my whole name
I penetrate em, then I em
I let the nigga date em, cuz I don't hate em
I spit voodoo, to the hard to get hoes
And at the end of the night, I off clothes
You fuckin the realest, from lyrical spillers
To killers and dealers and cap peelers, and street
From villians to chillers, we made
And paid killers to protect
So the fuck you talk about winners?
You hear word camouflage when you hear my name
I represent the shocked cuz it's in my veins
(No soldier) is on my left arm, I took it in blood
your hood up if you a thug
And all them say

Mac]
(Woah!)
You see a on the streets holler
(Woah!)
You hear them on them beats holler
(Woah!)
Every time them soldiers holler
(Woah!)

[Kane &
your weapons, grab your gats
We sprinkle daily verbs tracks
Hit the chest like attacks
When my hammer cock back
And leave bullet holes in Bourbons and 'Lacs
The only thing we give hoes is a dick and a smack
Gangstafied Kane & Abel you the camouflage assassin
Blastin and mashin, and head bashin
Razor slashin, the endo blunt passin
For the cash and, it's bout to happen
you want (?) ugly with that 223
Hit em up in 3-d, now it's banned tv
Niggas playa hated, I sho
the weed, cremated
See this game, we

[Mr.
Nigga, you me
The nigga spell everything out? (Nah)
The nigga that'll run through your motherfuckin set and
hoe motherfuckin out (Fuck yeah nigga)
The nigga that's catchin these and beatin em down
Cuz they wearin Tanks, don't know what the fuck it mean
Nigga, that's the fuck, about punchin your fuckin mouth
The nigga tear the club up
Nigga, I don't a fuck if you bangin or slangin
when I put this Tank up nigga you get rowdy as the fuck
But if you think I was gonna leave this without
a line
K-L you done lost your mind
Stop the track cuz these niggas don't know about my black
I with the M to the A to the C
the S to the E to the R to the V
Fuckin the T to the A to the N to the K
And when I come through motherfucker and I raise my Tank up
You best believe some a you motherfuckers gon die

[Big
what I claim?
Nigga I TRU!
I hang with niggas that's killas TRU tatoos
I got my name Big Ed from what I put between
I got my Assassin from the way I empty out clips
Wear the No soldier, thuggin at heart
Hittin niggas with throw aways when I toss em I break em
get your guns up if you rowdy
And when Assassin hit the stores, buy the if you bout it
it

[Snoop
Rowdy gangsta in this motherfucker,
So I can come through and keep it TRU and do the fuck I

I bust, I it TRU from the 'ginnin
Snoop Dogg, the representer from Long Beach
A TRU tank dog, bank y'all in face
If y'all try to come close, y'all run this race
I place my above the stack
With my homeboys Mac and sack you fact, we strap for
We got your back, don't even flip out or out
Or dip out, these lookin at me strange
My game to maintain, I let it go, I sell it tell it
Y'all touch it motherfucker, or bail it, for real

X:]
Biggest mama, two guns here I come
Put down for my last son, the one
Mac the don, get your on cuz it's your time
And I'ma get my rhyme on and like nine
nine millimeters the ghetto diva
Mia X-rated, platinum plated
Face it, when they me on the K-L track
All them niggas grab they head and back
Woah cuz it's goin down like lips to dick
I'm so tight I make you bitches never see the mic
And spit, the lesson rhymes next to mine
I'm mama superior, you is fearin the
warfare I exhale
Some bitches like you name is Mel
anybody, hip hop or glock
On TRU close your shop, woah