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Tru lyrics No Limit Soldiers lyrics [Master P] Whazzup with all y'all Tru niggaz Uuhhh, at ease! And truettes Rest of my soldiers out there, Kevin Miller This ya motherfuckin colonel Rest in peace Tupac of the motherfuckin team And all y'all up there soldiers Whazzup Big Boz, nigga! Master P I got C-Murder with me T-Scot L.D. Silkk the Shocker Big Mo Gangsta T And you know what? Big Man We No Limit soldiers -- I thought I told ya (repeat 6X) Mr. Serv On Mia X KLC Mo B. Dick Craig B Hope nigga! So bitch get ya mind right -- I thought I told ya (repeat 2X) Kane and Abel Skull Duggery We No Limit soldiers -- I thought I told ya (repeat 2X) T-R-U All y'all motherfuckin Tru soldiers Verse One: Master P Nigga, I'm bustin me locs, but I'm hittin em down with jokes Y'all niggaz on the rope, got your hoe on da scope Bitches watching me, jockin me, nigga blockin me, cockin me Cause I'm the HARDEST motherfucker, out here rockin I got the game in shades, got the niggaz in blades I got them hoes on a raid, because the nigga gettin paid I've got, niggaz from coast, slangin my dope Got niggaz and G's, and rollin keys keys to record sto's Get paid wit fatals, niggaz harder than Cato Nigga turnin the tables, but niggaz livin like potatoes Get chopped up in game, niggaz runnin my name Master P up in chain, is he dead he's a man but I be bustin, hustlin, niggaz ain't trustin I'm a soldier, that's why niggaz ain't trustin no bitch or no nigga, hoe or no sucka Fiend or no clucker, but ready to hustle With boulders, bigga than yo' shoulders Runnin from the rollers, gone on that doja Cause cowards despise, soldiers we ride Killers with attitudes, but ready to die Cause chickens get plucked, hoes get fucked Turkeys get stuck, and niggaz get cuffed Ready for combat, my gat with my hard hat Strapped with my crew and my niggaz and all that Down for whatever, niggaz straight rowdy Ask any motherfucker in America they'll tell ya, we bout it Soldiers out there tech, bustin don't think Lose ya life if you blink Fuckin with them soldiers on the tank, cause Chorus: Master P We No Limit soldiers -- I thought I told ya (repeat 8X) Verse Two: Silkk the Shocker Let's get ready to rumble, them niggaz stumble Hit em with left blows Fuck it got death blows Ready to got to war? Let's go! We killas and realas, drug dealers and killers, fuck it No Limit soldiers, close your eyes Now picture me foldin dollar bills I stay fuckin Tru, nigga fuck it, nigga do ya Nigga I come to life and I scare all y'all bustas like Freddy Kruger Gangstafied nigga, true to the game nigga Stay fuckin pullin triggas, fuck up all y'all niggaz Cause I'm so fuckin T-R-U, representin I thought you knew Cause killas killas killas that's all I be around, nigga fuckin fool About face, this No Limit soldier One to the two to the three (hah hah) Nigga I tried to told ya Everybody quiet.... while I load up this rifle (attention!) Now all my soldiers start fightin It's time -- to go deep cover Get to whoopin like Danny Glover, smother like jelly Really, go deep like Jim Kelly Fuck it, all y'all bustas open up y'all belly Think we playin bitch, well we ain't I heard we had drama motherfucker Put up the Benz and now we drive the tank Cause all I want to be was a soldier All I want to be was a soldier, soldier Chorus 1/2 Verse Three: C-Murder I'm a No Limit motherfuckin soldier till I die We run this place, and I say the same shit, with a gun up in my face I ain't scared to die, bitch like I said before, hoe 3rd Ward, I'm from that motherfuckin Calliope Projects supported worldwide by drug dealers Transformin wimpy ass niggaz into killers Taking over, worldwide, doin shows oversea Bringing bitches to the telly, put them hoes upon they knees Gangstafied, like my motherfuckin homies Kane and Abel No Limit, the world's number one fuckin rap label (worldwide) Competition get smoked like we smokin blunts I take a playa hata and knock out his fuckin fronts Dope slanga, now I'm slangin CD's A million records (platinum), it used to be some quarter keys TRU tattooed on my back bitch thats my click Ready to hop into some motherfuckin gangsta shit I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti Real niggaz, put ya guns up if ya feel me But if ya talk shit, bitch ya betta kill me Like Skull I'm a hoodlum 4 life, I told ya We be some motherfuckin No Limit TRU soldiers Chorus 1/2 Verse Four: Mia X Hard times got my mind on cock, and massive thoughts be the plot Top priorities the family dope and royalty My loyalty, fiends with a gang of true niggaz No colors, just a bunch of ignorant motherfuckers Trust my pen is an infa-red Hollow-tips be my lyrics dipped in venom when I send em they split ya head (pssssh) wide open My rhymes on fire blood, but you can't smoke ne'er a one Don't try to come, don't even touch the mic My shit so tight, it's more correct than right, when I recite absolutely, you booty-ass hoes and niggaz Perpetratin behind water gun triggers Hurry up and figure out that studio Gotti's catch hotties to the mouth Who got that clout, don't act surprised cause it's that bitch from the South Mia X hoes, you don't want no problems Get so much respect, even yo' niggaz call me momma, the biggest one to come stompin out the N.O., the crescent Testin, chin-checkin, wreckin when I'm flexin on your WHOLE crew Who wants to go to war with this lyrical arsenist Ya talkin shit, I'll having ya runnin for the thesaurus, cause I'm walkin wit the big dogs without hesitation, Unlady Like as ever Full of, verbal annhilation Escaping, po-po's chasin, want ta catch me but they cain't I made em think, and now they too scared to run up on the tank No Limit, you can start it, but we niggaz is the hardest to deal wit, keeps the steel, and the plastics to peel wit in reach, so we can touch yo' ass And leave a bout it scarf on ya face, we soldiers Chorus 3/4 I thought I told ya TRU niggaz wave ya guns, show ya tattoos Soldiers foe life nigga Jumpin off the tank Stay true to the gizame Other Tru lyrics: Niggas From Calli lyrics Fuck That Shit lyrics Let's Do It lyrics Little Slut lyrics Tell Them What's Going On lyrics I Ain't Go'n Out Like That lyrics I'm the Funkiest lyrics Last Dance lyrics That's How We Break Bread lyrics Mobbin Through My Hood lyrics Living That Life lyrics Another Day, Another Dollar lyrics Watch Your Ass (Bonus) lyrics Keep it Jumping lyrics Anything Goes lyrics I'm Bout It, Bout It lyrics Fuck Them Hoes lyrics Ain't No Glock lyrics TRU Playaz lyrics Would You Take a Bullet for Your Homie lyrics Keep it All Good lyrics Eyes of a Killa lyrics TRU - The Begining lyrics Hoody Hoo lyrics Dangerous in My City lyrics Miller Boyz lyrics TRU Homies (Street Version) lyrics Don't Judge Me lyrics The Tank Goes On lyrics Hard N's lyrics Stay Real lyrics Suppose to be My Friend lyrics The Ghetto is a Struggle lyrics Run Away Slaves lyrics Livin' Like a Hustler lyrics No Limit Army lyrics Bounce lyrics You'll Never Change lyrics Hail Mary lyrics Soilder Till I Die lyrics Buss That lyrics Don't Fuck With TRU lyrics Never lyrics R.I.P. Kevin lyrics Bounce to This lyrics It's a Beautiful Thing lyrics The World is Yours lyrics We Riders lyrics Prayer for a G lyrics TRU Homies (Radio Version) lyrics Intro. lyrics I Always Feel Like (Somebody's Watchin Me) lyrics Smokin Green lyrics I Got Candy lyrics Ghetto Thang lyrics FEDz lyrics What They Call Us? lyrics Gangstas Make The World lyrics Swamp Nigga lyrics Ghetto Cheese lyrics Heaven 4 A Gangsta (TRU Remix) lyrics Tru 2 Da Game lyrics Freak Hoes lyrics TRU?'s lyrics 1nce Upon a Time lyrics Pop Goes My Nine lyrics It's My Time lyrics Torcher Chamber lyrics They Can't Stop Us! lyrics The Lord Is Testin' Me lyrics Final Ride lyrics Who's Da Killer? lyrics Sweated by the Po' Po's lyrics The Ghetto is a Trap lyrics |