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We Got It
Mr. Serv‐On
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What you need, need, we got it, got it
What you need, need, we got it, got it
What you need, need, we got it, got it
What you need, need, we got it, got it
Nigga, you know what the fuck I came for
I'm wearing this fucking tank, now tell me what the fuck it stand for
N-O-L-I-M-I-T, S-E-R to V
Nigga, salute the colonel
Nigga, I'm Lieutenant, I don't give a fuck so nigga, bow to me
The banging one of the clique
Fuck your sound and your bitch
Nigga, this platinum beats by the pound shit
A soldier marching with his knees high
One to the two to the three to the four to the five
From gang signs to gun fights, bitch, I done done it
When it comes to street and music, motherfucker, No Limit run it
Nigga, three number ones, two twos, a three
And a four and a five in the same year
So if your label can say the same shit
Then why the fuck you came here?
I done did it from Chi-town to Montgomery
I'd rather lose my life before I let you bitches run me
I know what I came for, so what you looking for?
So what you looking for? I know what I came for
I know what I came for, bitch, so what you looking for?
What you looking for?
What you need, need, we got it, got it
What you need, need, we got it, got it
What in the Sam Hill are you thinking?
You step to us and you won't be left stinking
Big Ed the assassin, captain of the tank is my ranking
Step through your hood like a tyrannosaurus rex
Toes to techs, camouflage gear from toe to neck
Niggas don't always know niggas been sleep on my lyrical capacity
That's when I spook 'em like turbulence
Bust on mics and cause tragedy
In the presence of thieves, heart grieves and souls leave
Empty stuff on my sleeves after verbals like these
Big Ed be putting it down like techs with a fifty caliber
Niggas running off wild at ya
But I hang with a bunch of rowdy niggas and rowdy manager
If you want the hood, cool, we got it, don't make me blast at ya
But if you come short, a bunch of No
Limit soldiers dirty dance with ya
What you need, need, we got it, got it
What you need, need, we got it, got it
It's a war but I'm in a tank, nigga, just can't lose
It's this clique of No Limit soldiers giving you fools the blues
I refuse to lose so I choose my moves
Smoking the cool, precisely selecting my tools
Don't play by rules, busting first, leaving niggas wet up
Jump in my Cadillac and then I jet up
If it's a set up, I'ma call a squad of head-busters and wig splitters
Hope you ready to war 'cause these niggas ain't bullshitters
True niggas, we can fucking stand to rain by bringing the pain
Mentally destroying your game
It must be the magic that I'm giving
Or could it be my deliverance that got you niggas shivering
Or my tank is glistening
Picture this, a new era and we on top of this rapping
Ain't no use in you fighting 'cause ain't
No stopping what's supposed to happen
What you need, need, we got it, got it
What you need, need, we got it, got it
What you need, need, we got it, got it
What you need, need, we got it, got it