(computer voice:) T-R-U, No Limit forever The world is ours
(Chorus x4:) No Limit nigga, soldier
(C-Murder:) I got that tank tatted on my arm, cause I mean that I call myself C-Murder dog, because I seen that So call me a soldier brah, that's what I claim Ain't no TRUer motherfuckers in this motherfucking game It's No Limit, you don't wanna go to war with me I make a call, and my niggas they gone fall with me From Japan to the motherfucking CP3 Like a man I'll have you ducking nigga fucking with me Steady bucking at shows, bitches, G's and hoes Take off your clothes, nobody knows I'm getting blowed and blowed Nigga, I told you when I get older, I'ma get bolder And colder nigga, a motherfucking No Limit Soldier
(Chorus x4)
(New-9:) So many haters in the 2G, I'm hanging with my girl She strapped to the chrome, now, and the handle pearl A lot of fakers hating thinking they can take me Then jumped off the porch ain't seen more than a G I be a skinny nigga from Uptown, Parkway to be exact No Limit Soldier thought I told you hit your block with choppas and macs Told you, don't stale exhale, you better ask somebody We got to cop the blow like V-12 Rolling like rovados on Cadillac trucks Having all them bustas inside like the lightning struck T-R-U, out that 1-2-3 you heard Ain't No L-I-M-I to the T bitch
(Chorus x4)
(Wango:) Want to swang that tank round dog I'm real with this shit You got a problem I hit em like the lightning hit Look, straight from the top when it drop it's a thundering sound So salute, to my people when they come around I'm straight off the block nigga I'm TRU to this shit If you dishing out a hit, I'ma take the bitch I'ma make your people mad, make em come to coat If you ain't with the rap shit then don't you cope With target cards, them hoes they like it Cause it's W-A-N-G, them niggas don't like me If you step to me, then it's T-R-U If I have to make a call I'ma call that nigga Boo cause I'm a
Soldier (x2)
(Chorus x3)
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