a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lirik lagu mr. serv-on - tank nigga

[fiend]
womp womp!
it’s that, it’s that n-gga
womp womp!
mr. serv-on in this n-gga
womp womp!
klc on the beat
it’s mr. (womp)

chorus
i’m a no limit tank n-gga, tank n-gga (do you what)
actin bad, blowin dank n-gga, dank n-gga
you wanna war get stank n-gga, stank n-gga
and we ain’t dying cause we ain’t n-gga, we can’t n-gga x2

[mr. serv-on]
let’s be realistic, if i slap the f-ck out ya would you talk about it
better yet, if i come to your motherf-ckin house
f-ck your wife, p-ss on your gr-ss, kick your dog would you cry about it
no doubt about it n-gga, i’m a f-ckin soldier
if one of us die n-gga we roll the body over, kiss the tank
and pray to the motherf-ckin ghetto saint
be afraid to die b-tch, i can’t
put a pistol to my head, why the f-ck should i be scared, i’m heartless
i’m tired of doin three consectutive lifetimes, n-gga respect this
i don’t give a f-ck about your life
i cut your motherf-ckin wrist twice
spray, all your homies bleed and make you scream through the motherf-ckin
night
i put it down like my homie big ed, i put it down like that
n-gga f-ck that, i never leave my motherf-ckin house without a motherf-ckin
strap
so i don’t give a f-ck if you north, west, south or east
n-gga disrespect the tank and believe me n-gga i’m a put one in your chest
n-gga i’m the no limit f-ckin beast

[fiend]
chorus

[c-murder]
get em up cause we never die motherf-ka
i be the dumb n-gga causing all the rucka
c-murder’s my name and it’s a shame how i make n-ggas past tense
and leave em bleeding cause i ain’t got no motherf-ckin sense
we hit the soundscan harder then a land mine
i drop a disc and blockbusters start forming lines
]from the north to the south to the east to the west
i’m a tank n-gga, respect my tank up on my chest

[fiend]
i’m the motherf-ckin baddest alive, ya heard me, and i meant it
nuttin but me and know that fiend gonna represent it
independent like no limit, you can start it i’m a finish
picture paragraph indented, thinkin that i’m timid
i’m in the book of guiness for leaving all my pray attended
and a n-ggas -ss for playin with my spinach
get to mixing like a chemist, if it’s personal or business
blame on my cut throat act, signed the sharpest n-gga

chorus

[mac]
who’s that wanna murder mac, n-ggas thinkin it’s sweet
thinkin i’m a k!ller just on beats but not no k!ller in streets
i’m world war three’ing, bustin at n-ggas like n-ggas korean
me and my n-ggas, ride wit us or die wit us (woooooooo)
i represent the sh-ll shocked n-ggas, point me to his block n-gga
if i can’t find ya murder your pops n-gga
no limit soldier for life, they couldn’t hold me
i never die wodie, that’s what my psychic friends told me

[lil souljas]
i’m a soldier camoflauge my reproitore, seven guards
tell the world who we are, leave the war without a scar
i been doin this, tru to this, call your friends, make a wish
singin tight when it come to this
ain’t no limit, keep coming, compet-tion running
moon to sun and, i can, you better come in

specialist, you testin this, the best of this
the more you might wanna diss
my tank says no limit b-tch

[fiend]
chorus

[mia x]
four star major general, b-tch of the tank
boss hard and souljarette, known for washin all of the dank
legitimize, monopolize, roadblock when we gotta
guerilla force, black power, i racotta on top
it’s mama drama and i’m ready for war
your goin mine and leave em in chalk lines when i throw off
show off and sho nuff we rip the
n-o l-i-m-i-t and leave em testin sh-t up

[big ed]
there’s no one seein me when i’m comin, red rummin
bust you open in front of your woman
wear shades when i’m in the hummer, your done in, ain’t no use in runnin
-ss-ssin, got you boxed up, the smoke infrared got you locked up
shoot your block up, bust your world like 2pac
i bring the fire like ?????, ain’t went hardheaded bar brawler
i get to shooting revolvers, 450 for problem solvers
but i bust back, lemme hear the sound, of the clack clack
n-gga make some room, back back
no limit soldiers are on the attack

[fiend]
chorus

[kane]
i kick this motherf-cker off like the superbowl
watch how quick this luger blow
the world gotta know, i ain’t a hoe
i’m a go leave bullet holes in your vehicle
kane & abel stay low, bustin shots at the popos
hundred shots in a row from the calicos
cut throat like autopsy, poppin this, stop me, b-tch watch me
call your baby mommy, identify the body when i get rowdy
kicking -ss till my shoes get sh-tty
bullets trigger man city
you with me
put your face up with steel make up, yall n-ggas wanna be pretty

[abel]
sargent at arms, denate bombs, we lyrical warfare
blow up your mind with pipe bombs, you n-ggas wanna go there
i cut your sh-t like edward scissorhands, i’m just a k!ller man
bustin hollow tip grips in the black land
smack your b-tch with a back hand
we soldiers

- lirik lagu mr serv on

Lirik lagu lainnya:

LIRIK YANG LAGI HITS MINGGU INI