Wooo

[Mac]

No Limit black sheep, played the back seat for months

Stayed away from the Tanqueray, bitches and blunts

Still Mac nigga, ain't nothin changed

Got the rings and the gold chains

Now bitches wanna know my whole name

I penetrate em, then I disintegrate em

I let the next nigga date em, cuz I don't hate em

I spit voodoo, to the most hard to get hoes

And at the end of the night, I rippin off clothes

You fuckin with the realest, from lyrical spillers

To killers and dealers and cap peelers, and street guerillas

From villians to chillers, we made millions

And paid killers to protect scrilla

So what the fuck you talk about winners?

You hear that word camouflage when you hear my name

I represent the shell shocked cuz it's in my veins

(No Limit soldier) is on my left arm, I took it in blood

Throw your hood up if you a thug

And all them niggas say

[Chorus - Mac]

(Woah!)

You see a soldier on the streets holler

(Woah!)

You hear them soldiers on them beats holler

(Woah!)

Every time them soldiers speak holler

(Woah!)

[Kane & Abel]

Load your weapons, grab your gats

We sprinkle daily verbs over tracks

Hit the chest like heart attacks

When my lyrical hammer cock back

And leave bullet holes in your Bourbons and 'Lacs

The only thing we give them hoes is a dick and a smack

Gangstafied Kane & Abel you know the camouflage assassin

Blastin and mashin, kidnappin and head bashin

Razor blade slashin, the endo blunt passin

For the cash and, woah it's bout to happen

What you want (?) ugly with that 223

Hit em up in 3-d, now it's banned from tv

Niggas playa hated, I sho hated

Spark the weed, cremated

See this game, we regulated

[Mr. Serv-On]

Nigga, you know me

The nigga that spell everything out? (Nah)

The nigga that'll run through your motherfuckin set and bang

your hoe motherfuckin out (Fuck yeah nigga)

The nigga that's catchin these niggas and beatin em down

Cuz they wearin Tanks, they don't know what the fuck it mean

Nigga, that's the fuck, that's about punchin your fuckin mouth

The nigga that'll tear the club up

Nigga, I don't give a fuck if you bangin or slangin

Nigga when I put this Tank up nigga you get rowdy as the fuck

But if you think I was gonna leave this motherfucker without

spellin a line

K-L you done lost your motherfuckin mind

Stop the track cuz these niggas don't know about my click black

I down with the M to the A to the C

It's the S to the E to the R to the V

Fuckin with the T to the A to the N to the K

And when I come through motherfucker and I raise my Tank up high

You best believe some a you coward motherfuckers gon die

[Chorus]

[Big Ed]

Nigga what I claim?