[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