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Big Ed - Make Some Room lyrics
featuring C-Murder, Mia X, Mac and Snoop Dogg (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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