Big Ed, Snoop Dogg, MACVILI, Mia X, C-Murder - Make Some Room lyrics
[Big Ed, Snoop Dogg, MACVILI, Mia X, C-Murder - Make Some Room lyrics]
Nigga make some room, nigga back up, back up
No limit soldiers bout to act up, act up
Ha, Ha were my mother fuckin soldiers
It's 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 bit's, 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-IN 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 niggas be the hardest
From Coast to coast regardless
Better then the last soldiers, throw yo nut
Nigga what nigga what
Nigga make some room, nigga back up, back up
No limit soldiers bout to act up, act up
N-O -L-IM-I T
Bout it niggas from the streets
TRU is what we claim
We break that ass then we take names
Sound off (Click Clack)
Sound Off (rat tat tat tat)
Break it on down (We ain't to be played with)
Shit! startes better take heat
Ya'll could fuck around and
Get smoked like weed bleed like a minstral
Boy don't play no games
We done give a fuck about tha family's pain
All the game is me find me in the NO
Told ya he's got no name once the 50 sprain
Who ya kiddin 2, whatcha been through
Ain't 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
Ain't 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 can't 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
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 niggas, 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 ain't you clock spittin
And ain't no bull shitin Murda
Murda that when yell before i serv ya
A-S-S-A-S-S-IN don't make me dig into
The hearts of men Wooo!
Nigga make some room, nigga back up, back up
No limit soldiers bout to act up, act up
Im a motha fuckin no limit soldier till im
Dead and gone ya heard me and
I ain't 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
Niggas in my tru click
Fo the fedz if my regrets be real
I can't 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
Na, nanananana
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 niggas be litenin and twistin shit
My vision is to stomp on niggas
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 niggas 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 niggas
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-IM-I T
No limit soldiers bout to act up, act up
Ha, Ha were my mother fuckin soldiers
It's 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 bit's, 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-IN 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 niggas be the hardest
From Coast to coast regardless
Better then the last soldiers, throw yo nut
Nigga what nigga what
Nigga make some room, nigga back up, back up
No limit soldiers bout to act up, act up
N-O -L-IM-I T
Bout it niggas from the streets
TRU is what we claim
We break that ass then we take names
Sound off (Click Clack)
Sound Off (rat tat tat tat)
Break it on down (We ain't to be played with)
Shit! startes better take heat
Ya'll could fuck around and
Get smoked like weed bleed like a minstral
Boy don't play no games
We done give a fuck about tha family's pain
All the game is me find me in the NO
Told ya he's got no name once the 50 sprain
Who ya kiddin 2, whatcha been through
Ain't 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
Ain't 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 can't 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
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 niggas, 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 ain't you clock spittin
And ain't no bull shitin Murda
Murda that when yell before i serv ya
A-S-S-A-S-S-IN don't make me dig into
The hearts of men Wooo!
Nigga make some room, nigga back up, back up
No limit soldiers bout to act up, act up
Im a motha fuckin no limit soldier till im
Dead and gone ya heard me and
I ain't 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
Niggas in my tru click
Fo the fedz if my regrets be real
I can't 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
Na, nanananana
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 niggas be litenin and twistin shit
My vision is to stomp on niggas
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 niggas 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 niggas
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-IM-I T
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