Yo nephew, give me some of that no limit s**t
Yeah, we got my ni**a Fiend in the house
C-Murder in this motherf**ker, Mystikal all up in this bitch
Goldie Loc, mm, mm, my nephew Silkk the Shocker
Oh yeah, we got somethin` for the ladies too
Mia X, run this bitch

Lyrical arsonist, lady alligator
Down South, hustler, former weight smuggler
I`m mother, of the Tank, gave birth to an army
Guerrilla millionaires, so don`t even ask, if you wanna
Get to clappin`, soldier action specialty of style

We made the whole world respect the underground while
Some of y`all ni**az talk s**t and get mad
`Cause we did it with a foot up your ass and it`s still there
I cares not about your click or your block

I`m still that same bitch to run up in your spot and knock you off
Broad, with the cause, bitch on a mission
Keep them ni**az by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin`

Missin` the game, damn bitch it`s written in plain Ebonics
So shake that come-up off you brain and do the knowledge
Mia X, kickin` off the ghetto symphony
Next soldier up, tell `em who the f**k you be
(What? It`s Fiend y`all)

Put me in the ring with real MC`s and watch `em run for cover
And hidin` in trees, to escape the mic that I breathe on
Bleed on, exceed on

Weak rappers with titles after twelve
Hit a bell that`s what I`ll feed on
Microphone Don, walkin` flesh, talkin` bomb
Bringin` harm, to the calm and, them be alarmed
It`s the African, oh, you wanna battle again?

I`ll turn, you and your mans, to my yesterday plans
Oh damn, totin` two pistols like Yosemite Sam
Old man be grand, loud as the Southern band
Pickups and caravans, the soldier, that could, that can
I would be the man but God beat me to them plans

Next up, on the M I C
C-Murder, get busy for the symphony

I be`s that ni**a on the tank, always trippin` never slippin`
Have you reminiscin` and missin`, that fool in your picture
Call me Bossalinie bitch without the Mo`s at shows
And f**k dose who oppose we runnin` them hoes

365 motherf**kin` days a year
I have your fool staggerin` just like a bottle of beer
You ni**az runnin` from the cops, well I ain`t runnin` no mo`
I flip the bird when I swerve, man, f**k them hoes

I`m crazy my nagga but uh, I thought y`all knew that, s**t
Oh you ain`t see the news? S**t I`m the ni**a with the TRU tat
Ask my ni**a Keno, s**t, I just don`t give a f**k
And if you run up wrong, I`ma f**k you up, you bitch you

Next up, on the M I C
Silkk the Shocker get busy on the symphony

Now when I come this far f**ker, don`t it sound like a hit?
Y`all didn`t know what the f**k y`all thinkin` `bout
You sound like a bitch
(Beotch!)

S**t it sound like a wish, you know when you got a
Motherf**kin` hit bitch? When it sound like this
Or you fake ni**az get enough heart, and try to
Bust a rhyme at this clip

F**k around and miss, then f**k around and get found in a ditch
Gotta labels give me dough, when they find I can, gross this much
Freestyle s**t, you can tell em I ain`t, wrote this stuff

Silkk the Shocker, KLC perv and mash like, Snoop and Dre ni**a
Y`all can relate to [unverified] get a contract like, MJ ni**a
It ain`t where you from, it`s where the f**k you at
N O L I M I T, Top Dogg, and I`m f**kin` with that

Next up, on the M I C
Mystikal get busy on the symphony

Who s**t motherf**ker goddamn
I keep it hype, bitch I`m the man
When the f**k you ever heard somebody say
That they don`t say my song

Or that I don`t roll on every f**kin` verse I`m rappin` on
(That ni**a Mystikal tighter than a muh`f**ker)
Ha, ha?
I came up off of Peter Piper bells and the LL`s bad
Nee ni**a to be pissed off with me
`Cause their old lady they call me their baby

MC`s pilin` up and crowdin` up but I`m their favorite
The type to fly buyin` a Z-28 IROC
And chop you in your motherf**kin` face
(Hii, yah)
Your album ain`t tite, what in the f**k is you pushin`?
You played out just like old woman pussy

Next up, on the M I C
Goldie Loc, get busy on the symphony

Now watch me put these haters to the test, acc**ulatin` with my stress
Fold `em f**k `em fifty, get the s**t up off my chest
Releasin` anger, all natural gangsta energy
Goldie Loc the name, Dogg House game

Motherf**kers better start backin` up
(Whattup whattup)
We in the Tank punk busters
Motherf**kers don`t wanna see us loc`d up
Little Goldie Loc, Goldie Locks the same thang
Smashin` for the hood, `cause I wanted to gang bang

Last up, I believe that`s me
Snoop Dogg, light up the mic for the symphony

This jam is dedicated to all non optimistics
That thought I wasn`t comin`, out with some exquisite, rhymes
But that`s okay, `cause now I`m back
To kill all the rumors and straighten the facts

Like I`m, doin` bad, gettin` ganked for my bank
Now you all on my dick when you see I`m TRU Tank Dogg
You say, "Mm, mm, mm, ain`t that somethin`
Dogg I bought yo` album, my ni**a, that s**t is bumpin`
I apologize, I`m sorry for the drama
Can I get your autograph for my baby momma?"

S**t I`m settin` it off, lettin` it off, bustin`
Hustlin`, rushin`, dustin` motherf**kers
Droppin` the heat, lock up the street, we `posed to
I put this pistol in your mouth, now what you gon` do?

Top of the line, first class
I pop a cap in yo` ass, then pop some more in the glass
Too legit to quit, I`m spittin` gangsta s**t
Man f**k all that yappin`, we bout that gun clappin`

No Limit, yeah, that`s what`s happenin`
F**k all that yappin`, we bout that gun clappin`, yeah
In the real world, talk is cheap, actions speak louder than words
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