Big Ed

Big Ed - Make Some Room lyrics

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(Big Ed)
 Chorus
 Nigga make some room, nigga back up, back up
 No limit soldiers bout to act up, act up x2

 (Big Ed)
 Ha, Ha were my mother fuckin soldiers, its time for war (attention)
 salute your captin time to get even
 Fire in the hole take cover
 got you punk ass nigga trippin fallin over each other
 Seen that 50 calibur spit that bits, unload, reload and extra an clip,
 I thought i was watchin gymnastics the way i seen that hoe flip
 Its the A-S-S-A-S-S-I-N who am i (the assassin)
 Big Ed be puttin it down like dat get your gat
 A-R fully automatic now whatch how act
 It's survival of the roughest nigga, toughest nigga
 When im drinkin happy, so they call Mr. bucka nigga
 Ask my nigga Chris Artis he say No Limit niggaz be the hardest
 >From Coast to coast regardless
 Better then the last soldiers, throw yo nut, nigga what nigga what

 Chorus x2

 (Mia X)
 N-O -L-I-M-I-T (Repeat)
 Bout it niggaz from the streets (Repeat)
 TRU is what we claim (Repeat)
 We break that ass then we take names (Repeat)
 Sound off (Click Clack)
 Sound Off (rat tat tat tat)
 Break it on down (We aint to be played with)
 Shit! startes better take heat
 Ya'll could fuck around and get smoked like weed
 Bleed like a minstral, boy dont play no games
 We done give a fuck about tha family's pain
 All the game is me find me in the N.O.
 Told ya he's got no name once the 50 sprain
 Who ya kiddin 2, whatcha been through
 Aint the issue, choppers hit you
 Nigga soldiers tryin to spit you
 Rip you you to pieces leave you funky like feces
 Talkin ride ride know when you aint tryin to see
 Tthese down south about more problems than a lil
 Watch out the bound nigga comin 4 your grill
 The real feels so they tryin our shit
 Why the fakes hate because they cant relate
 Nut fuck it we got duckets in the buckets for a rainy day
 And Momma Mia's verbil A-K gon spray 4 my Soldiers

 (Mac)
 Nigga die die die in the swingin battlefield (field)
 You can kill me if you kill (kill)
 I got that horse shoe on my grill (grill)
 I'm a soldier (soldier )I never die (never die)
 When you No Limit niggaz, we stay camoflage (camoflauge)
 wooo!
 The full metal jacket that Mac it i pack it clickin clackin
 T start spittin, they start subtractin
 No retreat no surrender never take me alive
 Got the game in my vein and the killer in my eye
 I'm shellshocked i aint you clock spittin and aint no bull shitin Murda,
 murda that when yell before i serv ya
 A-S-S-A-S-S-I-N dont make me dig into the hearts of men Wooo!

 Chourus

 (C-Murder)
 Im a motha fuckin no limit soldier till im dead and gone ya heard me and
 i aint going never let a bitch nigga serv me
 Bitch im bossalini that means I run all this shit
 First leiutenant of a bunch of ignant niggaz in my tru click
 Fo the fedz if my regrets be real
 I cant explain why all my mother fuckin enimies is gettin killed
 We No Limit Soldiers I thought I told ya
 Make millions on rap my lyrics burn like dolja
 We breed fight machines military minded mother fuckas
 With a past of sellin crack 2 some cluckers
 So make some room nigga, cause we combat ready
 So back up , back up, or you gon fell this meshedie We Soldiers

 (Snoop)
 na,na.na.na.na.na.
 Now i can lay play you or just spray you
 Buck you up or fuck you up or just chill
 And i will on real nigga
 But id rather not speak on it cause i know niggaz be litenin and twistin
 shit
 My vision is to stomp on niggaz like a marin core vet
 We ease your stress with 2 to your chest
 Mr gangsta ganasta how ya do dat
 I'm a tru tankdawg & all ya'll niggaz already knew that
 I got 2 kids in the back seat of my tank
 And 4 rights on the front door
 And every state i go to hoes have to salute me
 Even though they know they niggaz probably wanna shoot me
 But thats what big pokey & big V-90 there fo
 C-murder is fool and Big Ed you know hes got tools
 And Silkk got all the bitches in high school
 Livin the life of a no limit soldier man that shit is way too cool Now I
 don't know what ya'll been told
 (I don't know what yall been told)
 But gangstas and soldiers boy they roll
 (Gangstas and soldiers boy they roll)
 Guns ammunission and plenty of weed
 (Guns ammunission and plenty of weed)
 And a couple bad bitches oh yes indeed
 (Couple bad bitches oh yes indeed)
 Sound off 1-2 Sound off DPG
 N-O L-I-M-I-T
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