Club (Album Version)-Tank
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TXT Club (Album Version)-Tank 文本歌词
No Limit black sheep played the back seat for months
Stayed away from the Tanqueray b***hes and blunts
Still Mac n***a ain't nothin changed
Got the rings and the gold chains
Now b***hes wanna know my whole name
I penetrate em then I disintegrate em
I let the next n***a date em cuz I don't hate em
I spit voodoo to the most hard to get h*es
And at the end of the night I rippin off clothes
You f**kin 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 f**k 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 n***as say
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
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 h*es is a d**k 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
N***as playa hated I sho hated
Spark the w**d cremated
See this game we regulated
N***a you know me
The n***a that spell everything out
Nah
The n***a that'll run through your motherf**kin set and bang
Your h*e motherf**kin out
F**k yeah n***a
The n***a that's catchin these n***as and beatin em down
Cuz they wearin Tanks they don't know what the f**k it mean
N***a that's the f**k that's about punchin your f**kin mouth
The n***a that'll tear the club up
N***a I don't give a f**k if you bangin or slangin
N***a when I put this Tank up n***a you get rowdy as the f**k
But if you think I was gonna leave this motherf**ker without
Spellin a line
K L you done lost your motherf**kin mind
Stop the track cuz these n***as 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
F**kin with the T to the A to the N to the K
And when I come through motherf**ker and I raise my Tank up high
You best believe some a you coward motherf**kers gon die
N***a what I claim
N***a I claim TRU
I hang with n***as that's killas with TRU tatoos
I got my name Big Ed from what I put between hips
I got my name Assassin from the way I empty out clips
Wear the No Limit soldier thuggin at heart
Hittin n***as with throw aways when I toss em I break em apart
N***as get your guns up if you rowdy
And when Assassin hit the stores buy the album if you bout it
Bout it
Rowdy gangsta in this motherf**ker loco
So I can come through and keep it TRU and do what the f**k I
Must
I bust I keep it TRU from the 'ginnin
Snoop Dogg the representer from Long Beach city
A TRU tank dog bank y'all in y'all face
If y'all try to come close y'all can't run this race
I place my self above the stack
With my homeboys Mac and sack you fact we strap for strap
We got your back don't even flip out or trip out
Or dip out these n***as lookin at me strange
My game to maintain I let it go I sell it don't tell it
Y'all can't touch it motherf**ker or bail it for real
Biggest mama drama two guns here I come
Put down for my last son the camouflaged one
Mac the don get your shine on cuz it's your time
And I'ma get my rhyme on and spit like nine
Cocked nine millimeters the ghetto diva
Mia X rated golden platinum plated
Face it when they hear me on the K L track
All them n***as grab they head and jump back
Hollin Woah cuz it's goin down like lips to d**k
I'm so tight I make you b***hes never wanna see the mic
And spit the matter lesson rhymes next to mine
I'm mama superior you h*es is fearin the
Lyrical warfare I exhale
Some fake b***hes like you name is Mel
Battle anybody hip hop or glock
On TRU I'ma close your shop woah
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