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Mr. Serv-On lyrics Tank Niggas lyrics [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 strap So I don't give a fuck if you north, west, south or east Nigga disrespect the tank and believe me nigga I'm a put one in your chest Nigga I'm the No Limit fuckin beast [Fiend] Chorus [C-Murder] Get em up cause we never die motherfuka I be the dumb nigga causing all the rucka C-Murder's my name and it's a shame how I make niggas past tense And leave em bleeding cause I ain't got no motherfuckin sense We hit the soundscan harder then a land mine I drop a disc and Blockbusters start forming lines >From the north to the south to the east to the west I'm a tank nigga, respect my tank up on my chest [Fiend] I'm the motherfuckin baddest alive, ya heard me, and I meant it Nuttin but me and know that Fiend gonna represent it Independent like No Limit, you can start it I'm a finish Picture paragraph indented, thinkin that I'm timid I'm in the book of Guiness for leaving all my pray attended And a niggas ass for playin with my spinach Get to mixing like a chemist, if it's personal or business Blame on my cut throat act, signed the sharpest nigga Chorus [Mac] Who's that wanna murder Mac, niggas thinkin it's sweet Thinkin I'm a killer just on beats but not no killer in streets I'm World War three'ing, bustin at niggas like niggas Korean Me and my niggas, ride wit us or die wit us (woooooooo) I represent the shell shocked niggas, point me to his block nigga If I can't find ya murder your pops nigga No Limit soldier for life, they couldn't hold me I never die wodie, that's what my psychic friends told me [Lil Souljas] I'm a soldier camoflauge my reproitore, seven guards Tell the world who we are, leave the war without a scar I been doin this, TRU to this, call your friends, make a wish Singin tight when it come to this Ain't no limit, keep coming, competition running Moon to sun and, I can, you better come in Specialist, you testin this, the best of this The more you might wanna diss My tank says No Limit bitch [Fiend] Chorus [Mia X] Four star major general, bitch of the tank Boss hard and souljarette, known for washin all of the dank Legitimize, monopolize, roadblock when we gotta Guerilla force, black power, I racotta on top It's mama drama and I'm ready for war Your goin mine and leave em in chalk lines when I throw off Show off and sho nuff we rip the N-O L-I-M-I-T and leave em testin shit up [Big Ed] There's no one seein me when I'm comin, red rummin Bust you open in front of your woman Wear shades when I'm in the hummer, your done in, ain't no use in runnin Assassin, got you boxed up, the smoke infrared got you locked up Shoot your block up, bust your world like Tupac I bring the fire like ?????, ain't went hardheaded bar brawler I get to shooting revolvers, 450 for problem solvers But I bust back, lemme hear the sound, of the clack clack Nigga make some room, back back No Limit soldiers are on the attack [Fiend] Chorus [Kane] I kick this motherfucker off like the Superbowl Watch how quick this luger blow The world gotta know, I ain't a hoe I'm a go leave bullet holes in your vehicle Kane & Abel stay low, bustin shots at the popos Hundred shots in a row from the calicos Cut throat like autopsy, poppin this, stop me, bitch watch me Call your baby mommy, identify the body when I get rowdy Kicking ass till my shoes get shitty Bullets trigger man city You with me Put your face up with steel make up, yall niggas wanna be pretty [Abel] Sargent at arms, denate bombs, we lyrical warfare Blow up your mind with pipe bombs, you niggas wanna go there I cut your shit like Edward Scissorhands, I'm just a killer man Bustin hollow tip grips in the black land Smack your bitch with a back hand We soldiers Other Mr. Serv-On lyrics: Boot 'Em Up lyrics From N.Y. To N.O. lyrics Fuck You Serv lyrics Murder lyrics I Hate the Way I Live lyrics 1, 2, 3 lyrics Snatch Them Hoez Up lyrics My Homies lyrics Freaky Dreams lyrics Hit the Block lyrics Strap Up lyrics I'll Be There lyrics My Story lyrics Best Friend 2 lyrics Straight Outta N.O. lyrics Make'm Bleed lyrics I Luv It lyrics |