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No Limit black sheep, the back seat for months
Stayed away from the Tanqueray, bitches and
Still Mac nigga, nothin changed
Got the rings and the chains
Now wanna know my whole name
I em, then I disintegrate em
I let the next nigga date em, cuz I don't em
I voodoo, to the most hard to get hoes
And at the end of the night, I off clothes
You fuckin with the realest, from spillers
To killers and and cap peelers, and street guerillas
From villians to chillers, we millions
And killers to protect scrilla
So what the fuck you about winners?
You hear that word camouflage you hear my name
I the shell shocked cuz it's in my veins
(No soldier) is on my left arm, I took it in blood
Throw your up if you a thug
And all them say

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

& Abel:]
Load your weapons, grab gats
We sprinkle daily verbs over
Hit the like heart attacks
When my hammer cock back
And leave bullet holes in your and 'Lacs
The only thing we give them is a dick and a smack
Gangstafied Kane & Abel you know the camouflage
Blastin and mashin, kidnappin and head
Razor blade slashin, the blunt passin
For the cash and, woah it's bout to
What you want (?) ugly with 223
Hit em up in 3-d, now banned from tv
playa hated, I sho hated
Spark the weed,
See game, we regulated

[Mr.
Nigga, you me
The nigga that spell everything (Nah)
The nigga that'll run through your set and bang
hoe motherfuckin out (Fuck yeah nigga)
The nigga that's catchin these niggas and beatin em
Cuz they wearin Tanks, they know what the fuck it mean
Nigga, that's the fuck, about punchin your fuckin mouth
The nigga that'll the club up
Nigga, I don't give a fuck if you bangin or
when I put this Tank up nigga you get rowdy as the fuck
But if you think I was gonna leave this motherfucker
a line
K-L you lost your motherfuckin mind
Stop the track cuz these niggas don't know about my click
I down 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 motherfucker and I raise my Tank up high
You best believe some a you coward gon die

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

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

I bust, I it TRU from the 'ginnin
Dogg, the representer from Long Beach city
A TRU dog, bank y'all in y'all face
If try to come close, y'all can't run this race
I my self above the stack
With my homeboys Mac and you fact, we strap for strap
We got your back, don't even out or trip out
Or dip out, niggas lookin at me strange
My game to maintain, I let it go, I sell it don't it
Y'all can't 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 shine on cuz your time
And I'ma get my on and spit like nine
nine millimeters the ghetto diva
Mia X-rated, golden platinum
Face it, when hear me on the K-L track
All them niggas grab head and jump back
Hollin Woah cuz it's goin down lips to dick
I'm so tight I make you bitches never see the mic
And spit, the matter lesson rhymes to mine
I'm superior, you hoes is fearin the
Lyrical I exhale
Some fake bitches like you is Mel
anybody, hip hop or glock
On TRU close your shop, woah