Can I get your autograph for my baby momma?"
And fuck dose who oppose we runnin' them hoes
Get to clappin', soldier action specialty of style
Fold 'em fuck 'em fifty, get the shit up off my chest
(That nigga Mystikal tighter than a muh'fucker)
I'm crazy my nagga but uh, I thought y'all knew that, shit
N O L I M I T, Top Dogg, and I'm fuckin' with that
Mia X, run this bitch
I came up off of Peter Piper bells and the LL's bad
(What? It's Fiend y'all)
And chop you in your motherfuckin' face
Or you fake niggaz get enough heart, and try to
Little Goldie Loc, Goldie Locks the same thang
C-Murder, get busy for the symphony
I put this pistol in your mouth, now what you gon' do?
Freestyle shit, you can tell em I ain't, wrote this stuff
Motherfuckers better start backin' up
Smashin' for the hood, 'cause I wanted to gang bang
Nee nigga to be pissed off with me
I pop a cap in yo' ass, then pop some more in the glass
I would be the man but God beat me to them plans
(Whattup whattup)
(Beotch!)
Snoop Dogg, light up the mic for the symphony
(Hii, yah)
Like I'm, doin' bad, gettin' ganked for my bank
MC's pilin' up and crowdin' up but I'm their favorite
Down South, hustler, former weight smuggler
Now you all on my dick when you see I'm TRU Tank Dogg
I'll turn, you and your mans, to my yesterday plans
Guerrilla millionaires, so don't even ask, if you wanna
I keep it hype, bitch I'm the man
Y'all didn't know what the fuck y'all thinkin' 'bout
That they don't say my song
Bringin' harm, to the calm and, them be alarmed
Next up, on the M I C
Top of the line, first class
That thought I wasn't comin', out with some exquisite, rhymes
'Cause their old lady they call me their baby
Fuck all that yappin', we bout that gun clappin', yeah
Motherfuckers don't wanna see us loc'd up
'Cause we did it with a foot up your ass and it's still there
It ain't where you from, it's where the fuck you at
To kill all the rumors and straighten the facts
Last up, I believe that's me
Now when I come this far fucker, don't it sound like a hit?
Man fuck all that yappin', we bout that gun clappin'
I be's that nigga on the tank, always trippin' never slippin'
No Limit, yeah, that's what's happenin'
Lyrical arsonist, lady alligator
In the real world, talk is cheap, actions speak louder than words
Hustlin', rushin', dustin' motherfuckers
Broad, with the cause, bitch on a mission
Shit I'm settin' it off, lettin' it off, bustin'
C-Murder in this motherfucker, Mystikal all up in this bitch
Goldie Loc, mm, mm, my nephew Silkk the Shocker
Ha, ha?
Goldie Loc the name, Dogg House game
Pickups and caravans, the soldier, that could, that can
Put me in the ring with real MC's and watch 'em run for cover
We made the whole world respect the underground while
Microphone Don, walkin' flesh, talkin' bomb
Oh yeah, we got somethin' for the ladies too
Motherfuckin' hit bitch? When it sound like this
But that's okay, 'cause now I'm back
Bleed on, exceed on
You played out just like old woman pussy
Fuck around and miss, then fuck around and get found in a ditch
Gotta labels give me dough, when they find I can, gross this much
Mia X, kickin' off the ghetto symphony
Weak rappers with titles after twelve
Some of y'all niggaz talk shit and get mad
Hit a bell that's what I'll feed on
Droppin' the heat, lock up the street, we 'posed to
Silkk the Shocker, KLC perv and mash like, Snoop and Dre nigga
You niggaz runnin' from the cops, well I ain't runnin' no mo'
Call me Bossalinie bitch without the Mo's at shows
Old man be grand, loud as the Southern band
So shake that come-up off you brain and do the knowledge
Missin' the game, damn bitch it's written in plain Ebonics
I'm mother, of the Tank, gave birth to an army
I flip the bird when I swerve, man, fuck them hoes
I apologize, I'm sorry for the drama
Silkk the Shocker get busy on the symphony
Have you reminiscin' and missin', that fool in your picture
Next soldier up, tell 'em who the fuck you be
Who shit motherfucker goddamn
When the fuck you ever heard somebody say
Next up, on the M I C
I have your fool staggerin' just like a bottle of beer
The type to fly buyin' a Z-28 IROC
Next up, on the M I C
This jam is dedicated to all non optimistics
And hidin' in trees, to escape the mic that I breathe on
Oh you ain't see the news? Shit I'm the nigga with the TRU tat
Mystikal get busy on the symphony
You sound like a bitch
Y'all can relate to [unverified] get a contract like, MJ nigga
Goldie Loc, get busy on the symphony
Oh damn, totin' two pistols like Yosemite Sam
Keep them niggaz by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin'
Next up, on the M I C
It's the African, oh, you wanna battle again?
365 motherfuckin' days a year
Bust a rhyme at this clip
Too legit to quit, I'm spittin' gangsta shit
Ask my nigga Keno, shit, I just don't give a fuck
You say, "Mm, mm, mm, ain't that somethin'
Or that I don't roll on every fuckin' verse I'm rappin' on
Shit it sound like a wish, you know when you got a
Now watch me put these haters to the test, accumulatin' with my stress
And if you run up wrong, I'ma fuck you up, you bitch you
I'm still that same bitch to run up in your spot and knock you off
We in the Tank punk busters
Dogg I bought yo' album, my nigga, that shit is bumpin'
Your album ain't tite, what in the fuck is you pushin'?
I cares not about your click or your block
Releasin' anger, all natural gangsta energy
