What you need, need We got it, got it (4X) [Mr. Serv-On] Nigga, you know what the fuck I came for I'm wearing this fucking tank Now tell me, the fuck you stand for N-O-L-I-M-I-T, S-E-R and V Niggaz salute the Colonel Nigga, I'm the lieutenant, don't give a fuck So, nigga, bow to me The banging one in the clique Fuck your sound and your bitch Nigga, this platinum Beats By The Pound shit A soldier marching with his knees high 1 to the 2 to the 3 to the 4 to the 5 >From gang-signs to gun-fights Bitch, I done done it When it comes to these streets and this music mothafucka No Limit run it Nigga, three number one's Took 2 and a 3 and a 4 and a 5 Shit, in the same year So if your label can say the same shit How the fuck you came here? I done did from Chi-town to Montgomery I'd rather lose my life than let you bitches run me I know what I came for So, what you looking for? (What you looking for?) What you looking for? I know what I came for What you looking for? [Chorus: Fiend (2X)] [Big Ed] What in Sam Hill are you thinking? If you step to us, you won't be left stanking Big Ed, the assassin Captain of the tank is my rank Step through your hood like a Tyrannosaurus Rex Mowed with Tech's, camouflage gear from the toes to the neck Niggaz don't always know, niggaz still sleep on my lyrical capacity That's when I smoke em like Turbulence, bust on mics, And cause tragedy Ain't no presence w/ these, park 3's, and sow his knees Lyricists tuck on my sleeves after verbals like these Big Ed be puttin' it down like that w/ a 50 Caliber Niggaz runnin' on rides wit ya, but hangin' wit a bunch of rowdy niggaz With a rowdy manager If you want the hook-up, we got it Don't make me BLAST at ya! When it comes to a bunch of No Limit soldiers, we'll dirty-dance witcha! [Chorus: Fiend (2X)] [Magic] It's a WAR!!! But I'm in the tank, nigga Just can't lose, it's this clique of No Limit soldiers Giving you fools the blues I refuse to lose, so I choose my moves Smoking the cooool Precisely selecting my 2's Don't play by the rules! Busting first, leaving niggaz wetter Jump in my Cadillac and then I jetta If it's a setup, I'm a call my squad of head-bustaz and wig-splitters Hope you ready for war cuz these niggaz ain't bull-shitters TRU NIGGAZ!!! We can't fucking stand the rain! Bringing the pain, mentally destroying your game It must be the matches that I'm giving Or could it be my deliverance? That got you niggaz shivering while my tank is glistening Picture this, a new era, and we on top of this rappin' Ain't no use in you fightin' Cuz ain't no stoppin' what's supposed to happen!!! [Chorus: Fiend (4X)] Posted by ckbarlow@msn.com Mr. Serv-On, Big Ed, Fiend, & Magic appear courtesy of No Limit Records, LLC. (1998)
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Copy to Clipboard: What you need, need We got it, got it (4X) [Mr. Serv-On] Nigga, you know what the fuck I came for I'm wearing this fucking tank Now tell me, the fuck you stand for N-O-L-I-M-I-T, S-E-R and V Niggaz salute the Colonel Nigga, I'm the lieutenant, don't give a fuck So, nigga, bow to me The banging one in the clique Fuck your sound and your bitch Nigga, this platinum Beats By The Pound shit A soldier marching with his knees high 1 to the 2 to the 3 to the 4 to the 5 >From gang-signs to gun-fights Bitch, I done done it When it comes to these streets and this music mothafucka No Limit run it Nigga, three number one's Took 2 and a 3 and a 4 and a 5 Shit, in the same year So if your label can say the same shit How the fuck you came here? I done did from Chi-town to Montgomery I'd rather lose my life than let you bitches run me I know what I came for So, what you looking for? (What you looking for?) What you looking for? I know what I came for What you looking for? [Chorus: Fiend (2X)] [Big Ed] What in Sam Hill are you thinking? If you step to us, you won't be left stanking Big Ed, the assassin Captain of the tank is my rank Step through your hood like a Tyrannosaurus Rex Mowed with Tech's, camouflage gear from the toes to the neck Niggaz don't always know, niggaz still sleep on my lyrical capacity That's when I smoke em like Turbulence, bust on mics, And cause tragedy Ain't no presence w/ these, park 3's, and sow his knees Lyricists tuck on my sleeves after verbals like these Big Ed be puttin' it down like that w/ a 50 Caliber Niggaz runnin' on rides wit ya, but hangin' wit a bunch of rowdy niggaz With a rowdy manager If you want the hook-up, we got it Don't make me BLAST at ya! When it comes to a bunch of No Limit soldiers, we'll dirty-dance witcha! [Chorus: Fiend (2X)] [Magic] It's a WAR!!! But I'm in the tank, nigga Just can't lose, it's this clique of No Limit soldiers Giving you fools the blues I refuse to lose, so I choose my moves Smoking the cooool Precisely selecting my 2's Don't play by the rules! Busting first, leaving niggaz wetter Jump in my Cadillac and then I jetta If it's a setup, I'm a call my squad of head-bustaz and wig-splitters Hope you ready for war cuz these niggaz ain't bull-shitters TRU NIGGAZ!!! We can't fucking stand the rain! Bringing the pain, mentally destroying your game It must be the matches that I'm giving Or could it be my deliverance? That got you niggaz shivering while my tank is glistening Picture this, a new era, and we on top of this rappin' Ain't no use in you fightin' Cuz ain't no stoppin' what's supposed to happen!!! [Chorus: Fiend (4X)] Posted by ckbarlow@msn.com Mr. Serv-On, Big Ed, Fiend, & Magic appear courtesy of No Limit Records, LLC. (1998)
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