Lil’ Soldiers, Mia X - Tank in my Hand lyrics
[Lil’ Soldiers, Mia X - Tank in my Hand lyrics]
New Jersey soulja boys brangin
Noise to the NO
The flava mama nedded for her gumbo
For show tho no mistakes allowed
Gotta keep da crowd amped yo
The fittest of the fit's survive boot camp
No such word as can't y'all in my fam
Now military minded, lyrically
Keep the competition blinded
Make 'em rewind it and wanna bite it stand
Your ground take charge
Worldwide they postin signs beware
Of baby tank doggs
You gettin larger flotiup
Your name is blowin up da map
Adolescent stackin mines a foot
Taller than Shaq cD's and Segas now
College funds stop we want some
New kids for mom and pops kids
Did I forget to mention
A lifetime of shinin bringin
Changes to da youth
Ladies scream you to curt
And you camoflouge shots
The bomb to no limit's future
Hip hop's young gunz
Lil' Soldiers mama Mia's last sons
O got thank in my hand (what) what you got
We keep the rhymes hot, we got ya mind shot
It ain't no limit to my skills (skittills)
Y'all cats betta chill (chiddill)
Pop got the pro Mia X captain wit it (wit it)
Young soldiers my toka is for the older
Illa when I grow up pina and Pepsi cola
Spanish mama hola
(hola) , I'm shovern costanova
You go do coddie show nough
Big tanks when we roll up
No Limit sect I'm in it seein who's my friend
Out to take my mama on
A tripo to the Carribeans
What you seein is a 7 year-old
Master P we gone ball
(uh uh) I'm outta control
The beat stops I probably still flow
I'm young but I count do a hit not offense yo
So I can't's get of the
D-lou Beats by the Pound, hold it down
You know the stillou and PA
To the Calliope of Cali
Pause to Harlem but it pause
Gotta pell a rhyme
I freak every work all the time
If you ain't wit me you outta line
No Limit so we got to shine (what)
Shine cats we is the bomb my boy
Me cleaner than a laundry mat
Never comin wack (comin wack)
My 8 year old friend his name
Tend to go to castout
Got ill rymes for y'all but they offend
Take the boulders out this rap game
Ny whole fam got skills that's how
I got da record deal
I'm i-k-e-i-m sizzin to him
Sixteen balls from a young star
Pop says we is the all stars
Buying houses and new cars
My mom never knew me y'all
The no limit love never ends
Down wit Master
Silkk the Shocker from New Orleans
Y'all we gone do our thing now
You hear me don't miss things
Flik it wen the beat breaks me
And Master P is no mistake
He sign us the day showed
Love for another day
O got thank in my hand (what!) what you got
We keep the rhymes hot, we got ya mind shot
Noise to the NO
The flava mama nedded for her gumbo
For show tho no mistakes allowed
Gotta keep da crowd amped yo
The fittest of the fit's survive boot camp
No such word as can't y'all in my fam
Now military minded, lyrically
Keep the competition blinded
Make 'em rewind it and wanna bite it stand
Your ground take charge
Worldwide they postin signs beware
Of baby tank doggs
You gettin larger flotiup
Your name is blowin up da map
Adolescent stackin mines a foot
Taller than Shaq cD's and Segas now
College funds stop we want some
New kids for mom and pops kids
Did I forget to mention
A lifetime of shinin bringin
Changes to da youth
Ladies scream you to curt
And you camoflouge shots
The bomb to no limit's future
Hip hop's young gunz
Lil' Soldiers mama Mia's last sons
O got thank in my hand (what) what you got
We keep the rhymes hot, we got ya mind shot
It ain't no limit to my skills (skittills)
Y'all cats betta chill (chiddill)
Pop got the pro Mia X captain wit it (wit it)
Young soldiers my toka is for the older
Illa when I grow up pina and Pepsi cola
Spanish mama hola
(hola) , I'm shovern costanova
You go do coddie show nough
Big tanks when we roll up
No Limit sect I'm in it seein who's my friend
Out to take my mama on
A tripo to the Carribeans
What you seein is a 7 year-old
Master P we gone ball
(uh uh) I'm outta control
The beat stops I probably still flow
I'm young but I count do a hit not offense yo
So I can't's get of the
D-lou Beats by the Pound, hold it down
You know the stillou and PA
To the Calliope of Cali
Pause to Harlem but it pause
Gotta pell a rhyme
I freak every work all the time
If you ain't wit me you outta line
No Limit so we got to shine (what)
Shine cats we is the bomb my boy
Me cleaner than a laundry mat
Never comin wack (comin wack)
My 8 year old friend his name
Tend to go to castout
Got ill rymes for y'all but they offend
Take the boulders out this rap game
Ny whole fam got skills that's how
I got da record deal
I'm i-k-e-i-m sizzin to him
Sixteen balls from a young star
Pop says we is the all stars
Buying houses and new cars
My mom never knew me y'all
The no limit love never ends
Down wit Master
Silkk the Shocker from New Orleans
Y'all we gone do our thing now
You hear me don't miss things
Flik it wen the beat breaks me
And Master P is no mistake
He sign us the day showed
Love for another day
O got thank in my hand (what!) what you got
We keep the rhymes hot, we got ya mind shot