Mia X

Mia X - Bring It On lyrics

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What's going on out there in Soldier world,
 This fiend the excited private nigga act like you know me.
 Here to reperesent on Mia X Miss Mama Drama Shit.(Mama Drama Nigga)
 Here we have, Mac the shell shocker, skull dugery,
 C motherfucking murder, mystikal,
 and last but not least fiend the exicted private
 here to represent like this
 ya heard me?

 Chorus: Fiend (repeat 4X)

 Cock, bust, squeeze, aim
 We No Limit soldiers nigga you know our name

 [Mia X]
 What y'all niggas really come to do
 If you with me tell them soldier haters fuck you (fuck  you)
 I said what y'all bitches really come to do
 If you with me tell them soldier haters fuck you (Fuck you)
 Tru niggas on the front line ready to squeeze
 Bitches think before you speak cause you don't want none of these
 Left, Right, left, roundhouse
 Cause every time I brings it on somebody gets knocked out
 About as bout it bout it as it gets it's that bitch
 Mia X lady no limit (yeah that bitch)
 Mama 4-star (yeah that bitch)
 You don't wanna go to war (That's that bitch)
 Drill me, I make ya feel me like ya dick in burning pussy
 Lyrical beats off in that street nigga I'm no rookie
 I'm the drama in your heart when your people get killed
 The most respect gangsta bitch on the real
 Cause I will

 [Chorus x2]

 [Fiend]
 Whomp whomp
 Remember me I tote a shoty military gunfare
 just one day paper weight, hands and arrest legs
 I ain't scared, I done prayed for all the consequences
 brand new glock inventions and killers with bad intentions
 forget to mention don't mind my neck on the line
 Give my moms the insurance money and cards for valentines
 I ain't died burn no coffin don't pour no crony on me.
 Smoked in the zone stashed throw me taking what the owe me
 I the the soldiers in the fatigues, full of weed Ready to bleed
 behind what I believe The tank and we
 Indeed boy I hemed these, the message with bent knees
 And notes around their necks signed bitch Fiend sent these

 [Mac]
 I hit the block yelling shell shocked
 From the streets to the motherfucking cell block
 If you with me cock it back and them shells pop.
 If we gone die then we gone die letting off shots.
 Woah there nigga
 Don't fuck around, don't fuck around with this click,
 Cause haters eat dick and shit through them tubes bitch
 I used to murder murder back when I was seventeen,
 Got with that tank now it's all about that mean green
 And I get ya open like the waffle house.
 That shit get real when I pull that rifle out
 Kill kill mama drama told me bust, there aint't nothing to discuss
 So if you won't gone get the fuck if you ain't riding with us

 [Skull Dugery]
 Now everybody wants to play the game
 I brings the force like the Desert storm
 Bring the pain like the land bring
 Motherfuckers must dismiss when I enter they shit
 From house to house, to block to block to the project bricks
 Every hood them thuggish soldeirs taking over, I told ya.
 It's No Limit bringing the pain
 The other level of the game.
 Niggas disrecpet they get dealt with,
 You be in that pillow in that wooden box riding in that long black dick.
 You feelin this nigga you know one thing is real
 Fucking with No Limit niggas and top dog skills
 Niggas gonna get ya,
 Fell ya and then ya peel ya,
 Niggas you gonna feel this,
 Soldier shit ya dig it?

 [Chorus x2]

 [C-Murder]
 Nigga what? make some rum I'm about to throw down.
 I ain't no motherfucking homey but you about to get clowned.
 No limit soldiers get Rowdy, raise the roof like luke,
 we be some true tank doggs ask my niggas Fiend and Snoop
 Capital N-O capital L-I-M-I-T
 Until I D-I-E and that's no L-I-E.
 So bitch get off me before I spit some shit
 And break your ass off with a .45 and an extra clip
 They call me C-murder cause I put one in your dome
 I come through your set and leat you laying at home
 I hang with killers and dealers, weed smokers and G's
 No Limit soldiers don't fall off so fuck my enemies

 [Chorus x2]

 [Mystikal]
 If I come from around corner Imma knock up your head
 Shouldn't have been fucking with the nigga from enunciation
 Fucking with the nigga with the fucked up attitude and the bad pronunciation
 That's why I come across rude loud and obnoxious
 every other word gone be profane
 Farting spitting and grabbing my dick
 like I ain't got no fucking home training
 Even if it's 5 o'clock in the morning
 and the song ain't done I ain't leaving.
 I'll take all day but when I finish the bitch
 have your head hurting and your ears bleeding
 From having no money barley eating
 Not goning no where rarly leaving
 To steak and shrimp every evening
 gone all day, busy as a beaver
 I'm a soldier told ya, now I'ma show ya
 Doing it over, I got the end of the M-16 explode
 You don't wanna, ain't gonna go to war
 Shoot to kill, forward march

 [Chorus to fade
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Publisher: No Limit Records

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

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