Bring it On lyrics

by

Master P


[Intro: Fiend]
What's going on out there in Soldier world
This fiend the excited private n*gga act like you know me
Here to reperesent on Mia X Miss Mama Drama sh*t.(Mama Drama n*gga)
Here we have, Mac the shell shocker, skull dugery
C motherf*cking murder, mystikal
And last but not least fiend the exicted private
Here to represent like this
Ya heard me?

[Chorus: Fiend (repeat 4X)]
c*ck, bust, squeeze, aim
We No Limit soldiers n*gga you know our name

[Mia X]
What y'all n*ggas really come to do
If you with me tell them soldier haters f*ck you (f*ck you)
I said what y'all b*tches really come to do
If you with me tell them soldier haters f*ck you (f*ck you)
Tru n*ggas on the front line ready to squeeze
b*tches think before you speak cause you don't want none of these
Left, Right, left, roundhouse
Cause every time I brings it on somebody gets knocked out
About as bout it bout it as it gets it's that b*tch
Mia X lady no limit (yeah that b*tch)
Mama 4-star (yeah that b*tch)
You don't wanna go to war (That's that b*tch)
Drill me, I make ya feel me like ya di*k in burning pus*y
Lyrical beats off in that street n*gga I'm no rookie
I'm the drama in your heart when your people get killed
The most respect gangsta b*tch on the real
Cause I will
[Chorus x2]

[Fiend]
Whomp whomp
Remember me I tote a shoty military gunfare
Just one day paper weight, hands and arrest legs
I ain't scared, I done prayed for all the consequences
Brand new Glock inventions and killers with bad intentions
Forget to mention don't mind my neck on the line
Give my moms the insurance money and cards for valentines
I ain't died burn no coffin don't pour no crony on me
Smoked in the zone stashed throw me taking what the owe me
I the the soldiers in the fatigues, full of weed Ready to bleed
Behind what I believe The tank and we
Indeed boy I hemed these, the message with bent knees
And notes around their necks signed b*tch Fiend sent these

[Mac]
I hit the block yelling shell shocked
From the streets to the motherf*cking cell block
If you with me c*ck it back and them shells pop
If we gone die then we gone die letting off shots
Woah there n*gga
Don't f*ck around, don't f*ck around with this click
Cause haters eat di*k and sh*t through them tubes b*tch
I used to murder murder back when I was seventeen
Got with that tank now it's all about that mean green
And I get ya open like the waffle house
That sh*t get real when I pull that rifle out
Kill kill mama drama told me bust, there ain't't nothing to discuss
So if you won't gone get the f*ck if you ain't riding with us
[Skull Dugery]
Now everybody wants to play the game
I brings the force like the Desert storm
Bring the pain like the land bring
Motherf*ckers must dismiss when I enter they sh*t
From house to house, to block to block to the project bricks
Every hood them thuggish soldeirs taking over, I told ya
It's No Limit bringing the pain
The other level of the game
n*ggas disrecpet they get dealt with
You be in that pillow in that wooden box riding in that long black di*k
You feelin this n*gga you know one thing is real
f*cking with No Limit n*ggas and top dog skills
n*ggas gonna get ya
Fell ya and then ya peel ya
n*ggas you gonna feel this
Soldier sh*t ya dig it?

[Chorus x2]

[C-Murder]
n*gga what? make some rum I'm about to throw down
I ain't no motherf*cking homey but you about to get clowned
No limit soldiers get Rowdy, raise the roof like luke
We be some true tank doggs ask my n*ggas Fiend and Snoop
Capital N-O capital L-I-M-I-T
Until I D-I-E and that's no L-I-E
So b*tch get off me before I spit some sh*t
And break your ass off with a .45 and an extra clip
They call me C-murder cause I put one in your dome
I come through your set and leat you laying at home
I hang with killers and dealers, weed smokers and G's
No Limit soldiers don't fall off so f*ck my enemies
[Chorus x2]

[Mystikal]
If I come from around corner Imma knock up your head
Shouldn't have been f*cking with the n*gga from enunciation
f*cking with the n*gga with the f*cked up attitude and the bad pronunciation
That's why I come across rude loud and obnoxious
Every other word gone be profane
Farting spitting and grabbing my di*k
Like I ain't got no f*cking home training
Even if it's 5 o'clock in the morning
And the song ain't done I ain't leaving
I'll take all day but when I finish the b*tch
Have your head hurting and your ears bleeding
From having no money barley eating
Not goning no where rarly leaving
To steak and shrimp every evening
Gone all day, busy as a beaver
I'm a soldier told ya, now I'ma show ya
Doing it over, I got the end of the M-16 explode
You don't wanna, ain't gonna go to war
Shoot to kill, forward march

[Chorus to fade]
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