[1: Mia X] What, what, what, what, what, what, what Huh nigga, huh nigga what, huh nigga what what what what Huh nigga what, what huh nigga what
[Verse 1] The crime started off, bloody It's about pistol whippins and kickins Mama dishin' and blitzin' (Mama Mia) Cause you hoes gon' listen Taught to issue the pain And distribute some cocaine Can you fuck man, nah nah I'm known for loosen' brains Bitch you think that I'm playin' Go to war by myself, grab that gat off the shelf Gon' say goodbye to your health Got heroin in the mail but bet my dollars don't fumble Stackin' tall like Mutombo, cause a bitch moving bundles, rumble It ain't no thang bitch I'm straight off the tank Niggas second in motion, I'm a fool with that shank No, I ain't 2 be trusted When I sneak I'm straight bustin' ya mouth And ya nose and your eyes gon' close, swole My kid sister Sherry puttin' big holes, in ya Po-po's trying to find the next nigga ya kin to Red dot center, bullets enter ya playa haters My lace tip split ya fuckin' decision maker Think you can take the biggest mama, bring the drama, go on But make it known, official it's on
[Chorus] I ain't to be played wit', so fuck around and see what ya get Toasting fingers to clips, playa haters get split I'm running, humping your shit now rock-a-bye you look tired So don't fight it baby close your eyes I ain't to be played wit', so fuck around and see what ya get Toasting fingers to clips, playa haters get split I'm running, humping your shit now rock-a-bye you look tired So don't fight it baby close your eyes
[Verse 2] When I hoo-ride (Tank Dogs) I only ride T-R-U Niggas out that booty or mister Corey Jalooty Shoot now, fuck the convo nigga ain't no stoppin' When it's on we poppin', street sweeper straight knockin' What, what cocaine and trains leavin' niggas in gutters Bringing pain to loved ones, burning up motherfuckers Plus if ya touch one of mine this is how it's gonna be I'm choppin' down your whole family tree Forget me not, it's too hot Up in that south, bitch you know how dirty Better act in a hurry or I'ma load it with thirty Dirty, serve me nigga by the pounds and kilos And watch the gumbo pot, we breed the fattest rocks Bag em' after the chop, push em' out the back door Have the prepiest hoes runnin' buku dough Yet the game is cold, raw dog to the bone Gotta love Jones, for whackin' chrome upside niggas domes If it's on then it's on ain't no need to delay it Bout it bout it motherfuckers no I ain't to be played wit'
[KLC] What you think about this beat right here You can do something with this
[Mia X] Shit, man KL you motherfucker this beat is fire
[KLC] Now that's what I'm talkin' bout I need you to drop some mackin' ass shit off this You don't have none of that huh
[Mia X] Nigga you know I got some of everything I'm Unlady Like (Door Knocking) Who that is
[KLC] That's ya beat
[Mia X] Oh, OK well come here baby, why you holdin' up, you know I love you I know you still ain't trippin cause you seen that nigga downtown I don't care nothing about him You ain't seen no kissing, you ain't seen no hugging, none of that No emotions cause I give all my emotions to you You want me to make you feel extra special Now look at ya I see you trying to fight that smile back off ya face My baby, please don't give it to me, now give me some sugar Alright now, you know you my million dollar nigga So why don't you go on and make it happen for mama
[Verse 1] See I flip scripts on niggas blow they mind like the wind Iceberg Slim pimped hoes, but I got my money and clothes from him Gator skin boots and purses for my slick verses When I ride it I twerk it, leave they body jerkin' and twitchin' Then I position my frame of thought Spit game, eye contact so it can soften his heart I lie if I have to even cry if I have to But in the end it's the law, they gon' buy what I ask for No rushin' I make sling it all then bring it all to me I used to be a rider, flyer now I'm retired see I took lessons from Big Vie and 67 She still got them niggas down to do whatever I ain't gon' lie it's well known, I'm a fool in the bed And I understand full blown, niggas suckers for head Raw skills leave em' for dead, toes curl then shed Moaning, sighing, shivering like a little ol' bitch Just the art of pimpin' and pussy whippin' excites me After hearing the show ladies wanna be just like me Shiesty, to keep my queen property and nice ride My game's so tight it's unladylike
[Phone Conversation] Hey darling, it's daddy put mommy on the phone Yeah Barbara it's Richie yeah look I ain't never coming home no more Take it easy
[Verse 2] I ain't right, cause I especially Send my nigga out to play on and flirt with other broads with big cheese I even dress him and tell him to say the shit we like to hear Tell her you want a committment and wanna build shit with her Don't forget to lick the pussy nigga, eat your Wheaties Cause you gon' need to bust about three or four nuts, no speedys Cook the breakfast and the flowers only He gon' comeback knowin' where the safe's at, And he gon' take that and bring it on to mama Send me off to relax, with my girls in the Bahamas Sipping pina coladas And I'ma be on the sand, plotting on his friends Especially the dark one with the six-hundred Benz His ends is long, he say he don't buy me shit Two weeks later, that same nigga, I was driving his shit With the keys to his crib, Prada full of his G's Knew the secret hiding place for the China and weed All my need he's trying to fulfill Wanna be my number one, every time I make him come It's like the boy gets dumber and dumber Cause mama say I got him under a gree-gree Take me shopping in New York, let them repossess her car, unladylike
[Phone Conversation] Yeah, man your not ruining my whole day, just do what I say Man just the other day I run into the law He up and out left with all my ends, ya dig Man I love my baby, I'm waiting for her to come back She has been gone three months man, damn
[Verse 3] Nigga, MC's is always talkin' bout the game they got Wanna be pimps and playas but what about that beef cock Heifer, that got you missing studio sessions And got you calling her all day sweatin' Is you the same nigga to get on a mic and say fuck a ho Even though the one you love is up in ya bed, giving head To the nigga that I sent, coming back giving me fifteen percent Now, now I listen to your record and I laugh You weak for ass, and you know this compare the math Talkin' to a real pimp and I'ma drop it Cool off nigga, I know ya mad but don't knock it The truth hurts like life's a bitch And she happens to be down with No Limit, and money shit Mama Mia, x-rated, extra hard, extra tight, extra unladylike
Mia X is back and I came to out rap You so, get out my face before I smack you hoe Yeah you know respect who I am Cause if you mess with me I'll take ya man
Well I'll take ya man right out your crib And make him do the shit for me that he never did So when you see us together perfing in the place Super shocked, got the dick look on your face Go head roll your eyes, talk some shit But you ain't bad enough to get em up with this bitch Now you can call me a raw man stealing hoe But I couldn't take you nigga unless he's ready to go You know what's up I'm all about chin checks Mia X gets wrecked on dumb young ?? Like you fucked the rest of your crew Them hoes getting somewhere when I starts to shoot I gives a damn You know who I am Fake bitch don't play me close Cause I'll take yo man
I'll take yo man Ya fiancee your husband The niggaz you sweating and all your fuck friends And when I say I will you know I can Don't fuck with me Cause I'll take yo man
I'll take yo man and bitch you got to deal with this Its not a bet or a threat Its a damn promise From me to you Think you the shit I send him back with the news that he's pussy whipped And packing all his shit You thought you had that locked But now I push his Lex truck up and down the block Cheddar knots, ice rocks, hands get frost bite Shopping sprees to Loisviller after just one night Nothing nice, boss skills in the b-e-d Close your shop once my legs spread a quarter to three The biggest Mama sippin Mo Still running the show Got your man on a mission body ?? my dough Hoe you don't know if ya coming or going Look at you face, the jealousy's glowing And showing, don't player hate Get your shit tight I flow bolo so so unladylike On the mic think twice this bitch ain't no joke I'll stomp your ass like a southern cockroach For short, I'm the hoe who spoiled your wedding plan Peep us walk hand in hand bitch Me and your man
I'll take yo man Ya fiancee your husband The niggaz you sweating and all your fuck friends And when I say I will you know I can Don't fuck with me Cause I'll take yo man
I'll take yo man Fucking right, just for spite Cause you's amongst a many bitches that I do not like But I really don't want him That nigga just a rep hunter I'm only doing it to get up under Yo skin, show you that your nigga dicking Me, talking bout the things he can do for me Please me, spoil me rotten The feelings that he had for you they are forgotten While I'm plotting on the Swiss and the cheddar The better bitch The clever bitch that any weather shit together bitch Handles your nigga like a rookie Got his mind got his money Got his face in my pussy A licky licky Ride him like a pony Act a fool his dick don't get hard for you No more whore got you with a headache Blowing up his pager trying to plead your case To late ya x'd out its best you understand You ain't shit no more I got yo man
I'll take yo man Ya fiancee your husband The niggaz you sweating and all your fuck friends And when I say I will you know I can Don't fuck with me Cause I'll take yo man
Most broads have niggaz that love to hold You be at my show on the very fisrt row I flipped the script macked his game plan (Biggest Mama your with this Macho Man) Now you know I know I got your Man, check him out you see what I mean Tricking all this cream Even his niggaz scream (Go Mia its your world Go Mia its your world) Its so easy to get involved with this sister Ain't no ifs or buts, ask your nigga Pussy be the bomb, cause my game is cool Its non-speculation Your nigga said so Revenge is sweet, but payback's a trip Dumb bitch, you won't know which is which But I'll tell you this Don't try and step to this jam Because if you do than I'll take your And I'll take your and I'll break your Man
A lyrical ruckus has erupted And fucked wit' yo' manhood When I get up and start bustin Niggas just be like *ugh* Get out my way, from this day on I put a dent in this shit I know a lot of bitches thought it, but mama's endin' this shit Been in this shit My aim is to disfigure yo' style And put it to sleep because the industry don't need no freaks Meanwhile, my clique is settin' up shop on yo' block And KLC got every car, bumpin' these ignorant knocks Fuck them cops, and the mics, bitch I know my shit's tight Just show us pain from the street, is what them niggas like No half-steppin', my hooptie is a legend, shall we talk numbers? Pull my bankbook out, and watch these figures stun ya, run ya Why you niggas be lyin' on records? Hoes barrin' marked hoes from D.O's to I don't know, but check it Why y'all fakin' tha funk? I raise my right hand trust, everything you see wit' No Limit Belongs to us, let's get straight
[Chorus: Mystikal]
Let's get it straight, you gon' know her when you see her That's mama, the biggest mama, mama Mia [x2]
[2nd Verse:]
Now I'm unlady like, my verses hit yo' ears like Boo-Yah!! I wear the pants in every freestyle stance with my verbal hoo-ride Do I, ever slack up on that ass? Hell no I threw the K well away, so it's so swell it stays so What you know about me is just I'm 'bout it, 'bout it And that our mob's T-R-U because they rowdy, rowdy, no doubt Hey those beats, was meant for me like a cellmate My brown lips fucked the piss out his 8-0-8 Drum kicks, and then they creep like TLC And hella fast with O-Down, Mo B. Dick and Craig B The beats, by the pound, nigga, best beware Y'all ain't even comin' close to what they puttin' out there My mama, got the drama, for any hoe, but mainly all You Milli Vanilli hens who ain't got no pen better know No Limit, I represent it, in a minute, to win it With the gold and platinum finish Let's get it straight
[Chorus]
[3rd Verse:]
Late niggas be writin' all kinds of fucked up shit About my family P, Silkk, C, and my tank doggs, but we ain't even trippin Punk critics, nah, you almost cryin', we'll buy up every Publication and put you out a job, you still shy, everyday Nigga think we can't? Contemplate before you come to walk against a tank I'm tellin' you one more gin', may have you where I want But best keep hidin' behind them pen names cuz I know You don't, wanna see us, because you wish, for a grant You hit. One mo' time hoe, and yo' ass gon' meet the Fish, of the M-I-Crooked letter-Crooked letter-I Humpback, humpback, I ain't lyin We on a mission, wit' nothin' but ebonics comin' through Yo' system, flippin' rocks for phonics, but it's crime Because you listenin And you bob yo' head, better than a hooker, but yo' jealousy Got you hatin' sayin' I woulda', they shoulda', they coulda what?! We got the plat-screen property ebbin' us, but most of all We still black owned and independent, let's get it straight!
[Chorus: Both]
[Mystikal] Let's get it straight, you gon' know her when you see her That's mama, the biggest mama, Mama Mia Get it straight, you gon' know her when you see her That's mama, the baddest mama, Mama Mia Get it straight, you gon' know her when you see her That's mama, the biggest, baddest mama, Mama Mia Get it straight, Get it Straight!
[Mia X] Tru...No Limit...Mama Mia...
[Mystikal] So the next time you say "Yo Mama", You better slow down, and think about what you doin'!
Fiend] What's going on out there in Soldier world, This fiend the excited private nigga act like you know me. Here to reperesent on Mia X Miss Mama Drama Shit.(Mama Drama Nigga) Here we have, Mac the shell shocker, skull dugery, C motherfucking murder, mystikal, and last but not least fiend the exicted private here to represent like this ya heard me?
Chorus: Fiend (repeat 4X)
Cock, bust, squeeze, aim We No Limit soldiers nigga you know our name
[Mia X] What y'all niggas really come to do If you with me tell them soldier haters fuck you (fuck you) I said what y'all bitches really come to do If you with me tell them soldier haters fuck you (Fuck you) Tru niggas on the front line ready to squeeze Bitches 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 bitch Mia X lady no limit (yeah that bitch) Mama 4-star (yeah that bitch) You don't wanna go to war (That's that bitch) Drill me, I make ya feel me like ya dick in burning pussy Lyrical beats off in that street nigga I'm no rookie I'm the drama in your heart when your people get killed The most respect gangsta bitch 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 bitch Fiend sent these
[Mac] I hit the block yelling shell shocked From the streets to the motherfucking cell block If you with me cock it back and them shells pop. If we gone die then we gone die letting off shots. Woah there nigga Don't fuck around, don't fuck around with this click, Cause haters eat dick and shit through them tubes bitch 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 shit get real when I pull that rifle out Kill kill mama drama told me bust, there aint't nothing to discuss So if you won't gone get the fuck 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 Motherfuckers must dismiss when I enter they shit 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. Niggas disrecpet they get dealt with, You be in that pillow in that wooden box riding in that long black dick. You feelin this nigga you know one thing is real Fucking with No Limit niggas and top dog skills Niggas gonna get ya, Fell ya and then ya peel ya, Niggas you gonna feel this, Soldier shit ya dig it?
[Chorus x2]
[C-Murder] Nigga what? make some rum I'm about to throw down. I ain't no motherfucking 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 niggas 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 bitch get off me before I spit some shit 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 fuck my enemies
[Chorus x2]
[Mystikal] If I come from around corner Imma knock up your head Shouldn't have been fucking with the nigga from enunciation Fucking with the nigga with the fucked 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 dick like I ain't got no fucking 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 bitch 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
[Big Ed] My initial's explosive (BOOM!), left my enemies' corpse exposed Cats when they told ya, now D-Body did the work and I'm loaded I bust for niggas that down, gat to gat combat military tactics So watch your set, cause the gat's a constant threat Bet that I won't have a problem with cueing my killers I got G's in the hood, and warriorettes slicing they some peelers Rip the skin off your back, from your neck to your ass crack Nigga it ain't my body, can't believe that you asked that T-R-U tatted on my abdomen, been a killer since the eights age of ten Got the crowds jumping So what you wanna do, what ya thank I have skunks that'll match your carcass saying damn that nigga stank AR fifteens spitting shells like a elephant Apologies are relevant, haters start protecting put out hits Cause this is Ed a.k.a. Assassin Me and my sister Mia X, we just counting cheddar laughing
[Chorus: Fiend, (Big Ed), & {Mia X}] Bring da drama, (If you got it on ya mind) Bring da drama, {If you caught slinging ours} Bring da drama, (If you wanna top my click) Bring da drama, {Find that ass in a ditch} Bring da drama nigga, (If you got it on ya mind) Bring da drama, {If you caught slinging ours} Bring da drama, (If you wanna top my click) Bring da drama, {Find that ass in a ditch} Bring da drama nigga
[Mr. Serv-On] Some bomb ass click for the latest, hey the greatest I bring da drama, safe by ya mama When you leave the house, this is what I been about Banging and slanging, taking yours and making it mine Bringing in choke lines, it's my year Strike fear in ya place when I hit the face Bow down, bow down just in case I feel like causing problems at your way Mama don't shake, know I'ma stay Lay in rest your baby done took em' to the chest And I be the culprit The baddest motherfucker south of Army Southern Fuck ya life, done passed the light, that's all you saw Now you down, 1 to the 2 to the 3 fuck the numbers It's a bloody summer, gun runner Son of a bitch quick to slit your throat I like some oats at the same time drink the blood of a goat Now please let me lay happy as hell in the smoke And let these motherfuckers choke Off the lyrical, count em' days Call the paramedics, it's an emergency I done brung the fucking drama, ya heard me, Serv-On
[Mia X] I close shop on the block, now Tow, what you wanna do, I'm coming through Hell naw, it them bitches now bitch get off me, biggest Mama Mia Lady Smith & Wesson nine milli heater, wreckin' em' Always got insubordinate say no you ain't no friend of Mia You cannot see this ghetto diva, get rich either So she wants to be a, but she's neither Get her there, her central plans have been deviated Tell em' why, her ho styles have yet to be appreciated She's been waiting to see the fire from a real ho No doubt who brings the noise like them bitches in a jailhouse From el jay, or even worse a setback on a cold day Those who play I hate, let it be known that I regulate Will steal ya fate after just one rhyme And chick ya left a buck jump after second line it's my time So I bust without hesitance, every word man is evidence Niggas clear the way cause ya lyrically impotent Soft and mama likes it hard no doubt I ride with the tank takes shots for the south So bring the drama nigga
[Fiend & (Mia X)] Bring da drama, (Find that ass in a ditch) Bring da drama nigga
[Mia X] I'm mama superior, bitches recognize Don't a damn thing move until I hear "mother, may I" I chastise, with ruger nines and hollow tips, venom dipped With dums dums baby, but you don't want none Six sons indeed, they be The Baddest Most Criminal, Serv-On and The Camoflauge Assassin Actin up always bullets bringin tears But you best not say shit about my kids, or you gets did Lit up like Christmas trees Wanna be mommy's understand who I am, the biggest of all Runs my household and holds down your block Open up shop, don't make me knock Your dick in the dirt, I hurt, behind the cheese and the products Faceless corpses found shot up from plastic toys Yeah, we bout some funky noise Eighty six Ma Parker and her boys, this is mama's family
[Fiend] May I do mine Represent my No Limit click with my new nine May I do mine Represent my No Limit click (Mama Mia) May I do mine Represent my No Limit click with my new nine May I do mine Represent my No Limit click
[Fiend] With Fiend's Mr., watch me hit em, get em, for mama I'm a split em And let my desert eagle lit em, fill em, family forget em Kill em, pop ya, my guidelines are improper Gettin fit ever since I was cristined them glocks Handlin my chopper, my bullets they penetrate Fuck the money rate when I was hungry as a Hatian Mama may I forever stay high (fa sho), for safe keepin Stay fiendin baby, cause I'm more devil then human being Money schemin, supplying my workers with birds and dealing Because mama understand that my hustlin has a meaning The reason to stay passive, I ain't here no more Addicted from havin it, from the ceiling to the floor Fa sho and dedicated to my family chromosone The Pope, come get it badder Fiend, now tell me the war zone Black strong, puttin red dots on Uncle Sam Continuin to be a bad man (bad man) and grams for Fiend
[KLC] I said my mama was a rolling stone to the bone Wherever she lays her piece of chrome is her home (there it is) As long as she wants it to be there, bitch ass niggas beware The spot where your standing I really wouldn't want to be there Now see there, KL don't back down My little brother's a pair, standin straight over there I get respect like Elliot Ness, so how you figure Old punk ass, broke ass, bitch ass niggas I brings drama like you spit on my mama And before you think to steppin best done pause like a comma Cause I done lays niggas down flat like that Bitch on your stomach or back So I don't wanna hear no bullshit About my brothers that I roll with and my brothers that I pull hoes with Cause it's a blessing to get this ass whoopin and a lesson Now come and get this real session Lesson one, never fuck with my mama or brothers Two, buckshots flyin as we burn another To the motherfuckin three, get somewhere when I get there To the four, like I siad before niggas I don't pack fair Motherfuckers been in benches I'm pushin a forty thousand dollar machine sittin on fuckin twenty inches All paid out without a doubt We rumble like the Bronx, and a bag that'll blow your fuckin back out So mama I wanna get into some gangsta shit But they don't wanna get into no gangsta shit They all played out and they can't say shit That's all I gotta say now mama that's it
[Kane & Abel] Dear mama, they want your tubes tied cause you get so gangstafied Fuck it we ride smokin that cannibus, Homocide grease it hotter then peppermint Fuck scimilac, mama fi'n to jack Mama taught me how to cook crack, if niggas bangin too then bang back Cause that, I keep my gat close to hand, Niggas stuntin like Jackie Chan I fill em with lead, leave em dead, With they hand lookin like an autopan For Christmas my list consists of nina Two masks, two glocks with extra clips and my favorite street sweeper Look ma, I'm bout to bang this nigga, this fuckin pussy eater Goin up my jaws, with breakin laws Robbin niggas out they rocks at the bus stop, leave em standin in they Drawers Keep them hoes on all fours Test me, you must be on them rocks like Pooky Best learn the facts of life like Tootie If we was in the penn nigga put it on your bootie I used to watch cartoons while I'm breakin out keys in the backroom At the table, boom, ten G's for little Kane, ten G's for Abel Twin thugs down south, mama said knock you out
[Mr. Serv-On] Congratulations, it's blood relations Mama done gave birth to a brand new baby killer Pass that nine rattlemiller nigga Addicted to lead, fuck breasts, I was gun fed Misled by Uncle Boz and Uncle Ed (family ties) No beds so you can toss this dead bodys the smell born in hell Mr. Bavgate, Mr. No Limit affiliate, Mr. retaliate With a twelve gauge and a handshake The baddest motherfucker east of the Mississippi I'll bang ya for every letter in Kansas City I can't spell, so Lord forgive me Fuck goin to movies, she took me gun battles And hid her dope in the baby rattle Ain't no reg and nice meal and apple juice, kept my bowels loose For my first birthday she gave a nigga a duece duece So sincerely mama's number one, blast one for your oath of son So now I lay me down to sleep Fuck em, this family'll never live in peace So if I bang one I hang one, mama's oldest son, nina
[Mac] Dear mama, the youngest of us, bust quickly Assassin, flashin in soldier fashion with the army action Below the seas where the warm air breeze Murder is desease, call it big ease, flooded with keys of China Macadon put you on like reflon, them fake niggas get they rep on I stack money like the Orientals, what's up to all them niggas that I'm kin to To make a meal I'm bent to, mama said the rent's due What's happenin, put them thug niggas on the map and I represent like it's my first time rapping What's the deal, keep it real and then real The ill nigga feel, the blood spills on my army pantses Buckin at the ambulances to my foes Shots to his nose, I make sho' the casket is closed The family's tight like ham and cheese Once again I'm camofluage yall
[Fiend] May I do mine Represent my No Limit click with my new nine May I do mine Represent my No Limit click
[Mia X & Mo B. Dick] Ooh, ooh, ooh, hey yeah, ahh no So much yeah, ooh
[Mia X singing] There's so much trouble in my life Sometimes it gets so bad I just breakdown and cry I got my rent to pay and it's overdue Don't wanna sale my body just to make it through You see I can't depend upon no man To be responsible or even understand It's just the way it is at this point and time Sometimes it gets so scared unless it blows my mind Me and my homegirls, we got a plan Every night at seven we'll take things in our own hands Now we can play around, let's make some ends I got my hustle on cause money's my best friend
[Verse 1: Mia X rapping] I wanna be stress free, rest easy at night But there's so much drama goin' on in my life These days, nights missed get you labeled naive And commons get taking for stupidity So I keep my guard up in this macho world Cause everybody's running game on mama's little girl We getting babies from shady, wanna-be playas Who wanna lay us, stick ya, hit ya, forget ya while we stay up Crying till our eyes are swollen Single mothers got the weight of the world on they shoulders Want em' to hold us and tell us it's gon' be alright Even the hardest sister needs a good man in her life I paid the price and my life is still in a damper After times of dirty dancing, get the babies pampers And don't talk about the welfare and how they knock us Knowing that chunp change can't provide nothing proper While the doctors give us new-age birth control They make the swollen to skinny Bleeding constantly or missing monthly, scrapping pennies While my kid's daddy slinging those Z's But ain't doing shit for neither one of these Should I ease up, grab a case, and set it off like Jada Break with the paper, get in a comfort zone from pullin' capers Makes us wanna holler, scream, and shout and say Oh father, why I got live this way
[Chorus: Mo B. Dick & (Mia X)] I don't know why I live this way (I don't know why I live this way) I don't know why I live this way (Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah) I don't know why I live this way (I don't know why I live this way) I don't know why I live this way (Don't know why, I live this way)
[Verse 2] All my sisters keep ya head up, we ain't giving up without a fight There's been a struggle but pretty soon we gonna bubble Though trouble be knocking on my door like every 24-7 Heaven knows that I like to keep the bills in check and Letting my kids down on they birthday Gnaws at my heart and tears me apart Can't let it go like this Racing through the malls at Christmas time, Babylon Got my mind on trip, December 25th ain't gotta bit To do with Christ or his birth Greedy devils give us pagan, holler And profit off us give praise for better days Better be ahead of what I said Third, I can see I can destroy the mental chains on our enslaved brains Cocaine, be the aim, be the means of profit But logically it tells me I'm going to jail and getting killed Oh well, I gotta do what I gotta Until a new day when I don't have to ask why I live this way
[Mia X] I came to this country with my mama Everybody called her the white girl But you all knew I had a lil' somethin' somethin' on me Cause my outer was slightly tanned Southern folk called me a yellow gal I've been out here in this world for a while now Bringing madness and mayhem to man, woman, and child You see my mother, the white girl had several lovers So my father's true identity has yet to be discovered Some call it A-1 soda others V-12 Doctor Tishner has been implicated But all of their seeds are incriminating evidence As far as my perception goes My mother, she was indeed good, but I was most powerful Just ask anybody in your hood You can even ask those in corporate America about this mobstress Most times, I as little as a pea, though my weight fluctuates Size ain't shit, cause I have enough game to make you steal from ya mama And call her out by her name I can make her neglect her children, sale her body, perform dirty tricks On her knees and be called the neighborhood hottie Everybody's a thief and a liar once they make my acquaintance They be anxious to buy my love, they lust for me Want to hold me and test my purity, but it's only for a moment You see the ecstasy that I give to you It's only temporary but quite costly I'm bossy from your very first encounter with me I tell you, you need me, gots to have me, can't live without me The pea, my game extends, it gets deeper You see my skills don't pimp just the weak minded The so-called big ballin' brothers are obsessed with me They kill, rob, and plot on one another to possess me They see me as a goddess The financial path that will lead them out the ghetto But don't they know, have a clue That I and my mother were sent here to destroy them To entice, baffle, and trap them Conscious people call the conspiracy genocide Well, what do you think I mean you make money off me, while they pile up evidence on you Then get you to spend all the money you're stackin' On lawyers and bail bondsmen They seize your property and worldly items That have you caught up in this lifestyle Material things that turn friends to foes Woman to hoe, man to monster Yeah nigga you've changed but so what Cause I give you what you need I give you power Make you feel invincible right by me I make you feel like a big man, timer No matter how fat, ugly, illiterate you are I make the prettiest women love you Fight over you and compete with others trying to give you babies I make your relative, want to kiss your ass Treat you like a king and roll out the red carpet They've got one hand out for money And the other hand has a pen in it so you can sign your life policy My assistance makes you have that edge over the next man Cause it's all about me and money, the root of all evil The necessities of function in this society I make all your gangsta dumbass stories interesting Cause you are the man I mean we listen in awe as you speak of your murder tales Menage a trios, homosexual advances, and secret romances I'm bout it and I make you feel bout it bout it I split family, split friends, split lovers and even business partners So niggas nickname me crack, ain't that something I'm the reason why a lot of people are homeless, crazy, crippled Why they're HIV positive and dead But you still want me, feel the need for me to be in your possession Fear to get high off my intoxicating little pieces Or to spread my love to profit You're even willing to kill and die for me And even though my mother, the white girl Engaged in several orgies for my creation I still know my father, you know him too You follow his lead, and work with him Claim you hate him but your actions are different from your tongue Let's face it, you serve him faster than you do your God We own you nigga And as far as the ones that send I and my mother here to destroy you We own them too So after all my destruction, I must pat myself on the back, uh uh I am crack, the devil's daughter Human life, minds destroy ya You need me, yeah ya do, for sho' ya do, you really do So go head on nigga, take a hit I'ma keep putting you out on the streets Freeze you now, help me to kill you Hoodlum poetry, food for ya mind Wake up deaf, dumb and blind, it's time I'm the masteress, I'm the mobstress I'm the pimpstress, and I own you I'm the masteress, I'm the mobstress And I own you, I'm trying to kill you And I'm succeeding, yes I'm succeeding I'm trying to kill you and I'm gon' do it I'm gon' kill you, I'm gon' kill you I'm gon' kill you, and it's bloody
[Chorus: Mia X & Mo B. Dick] Sometimes I love the rainy days So my mind and this pain can drift away Sometimes I love the rainy days So my mind and this pain can drift away Sometimes I love the rainy days So my mind and this pain can drift away Sometimes I love the rainy days
[Mia X] Tears from Heaven rain down and cleanse me I'm out of control sometimes so much stuff's on my mind I'm trying to find the right path to walk on Maintain and be strong but I don't know how long I can keep on, sleep on it My partner said And then nightmares of troubled times invade the space in my head I'd rather be dead often than to deal with the pain and pressure So let the rain fall and take it away all forever But you can never be rid of troubled times You can run away, try ot block it out but they gon' stay, stand firm So we gotta learn how to deal with it Look life in the eye be real with it (I'm trying) I'm still getting bits and pieces of womanhood Finally starting to realize that being grown ain't all good I would rather be eight at my mom's place Cuddled and sheltered from the pain But for now I'ma leave it with the rain
[Chorus]
[Verse 2] Please let it rain before my man comes home Maybe he'll wanna talk and practice between my thighs Instead of on my eyes, while my I going throught this I keep asking myself Does somebody really love you, taking blows at you Controlling you, and do you really love yourself I don't know, it's like I can't think for myself anymore I'm looking at the door, Lord please give me the courage to step And if I do will I regret the day I left Is he the best thing to ever happen to me And is it a minor flaw when he leaves scars after beating me Or can it be my self-eteem left with the first bruise Lord, will I ever be a victim on the evening news, I'm so confused I've got more blues than B.B. He keeps on pushing and hitting and shoving And then claiming that he loves me For life, trying to call me his wife No rings of course So can I give all this pain to the rain, let it pour
[Chorus] Will I ever, ever, ever in my ruggedy life Live in a happy home and be a happy man's wife No cheating, no fights, connected to wealth And proud to look in the mirror and love myself I think not, my hand full of dreams is all I got One wishing that the rain could make it all stop Top it off more, all the exit doors are locked Click, change up got my brain detained and stained What am I to do, Lord please talk to me This bottle of Valiums keeps calling me
[Thunder claps and rain falling]
And he spoke, gave a sister award of hope I'm bout to take my life back for sho' No more, waiting for things to happen for me Heaven's tears got me seeing things clearly, I love the rain
[Mia X (Kenya & Lawand Johnson singing in background)] Precious little boy and girl growing up fast, in this foul world Mama's trying to do all she can to get through the tough times Press rewind and go back to early days And I would do it all the same way Keep my babies, yeah I struggled But God ain't give me more than I could handle Sent me two angels when my life was tangled in knots And they're all I've got My everything so pure and sweet Two perfect little parts of me, the heart of me Mommie, pulled some rabbits out some hats to pay the bills And fix ya meals, cause you both gave me the will power To tower over obstacles in our path And when I'm sad, ya innocence makes me laugh So glad to have a son and a daughter, so I strive harder To keep it tight and bring comfort in your lives And I try not to bash ya dads and bring you in the drama Though you both know I've been the daddy and the mama And I'ma keep doing all I can To make a strong black woman and man, out my angels
[Chorus: Kenya & Lawand] Oh my angels, yeah Mommie's angels, mommie's a-a-angels Oh angels, mommie's angels You're my angels, my angels, my angel child Ooh, mommie's angels, angel, angel You're my angel, ooh, mommie's a-a-angels, angel yeah ooh
[Verse 2] I'm ya real model Don't need to play no role and I don't hold, rap, or move the dramas For the way my flowers blossom I'ma put it down and keep it real for the both of you Expose you to life, let you know wrong or right like If y'all sell dope you might go to jail or get killed If y'all use drugs y'all will destroy ya minds, lie, and steal Lose ya self-respect, essence and ya pride And mama won't succeed the birth of ya rise, so strive If y'all sleep around unprotected Expect to have a bunch of little children All diseases that can't be cured and If y'all quit school ya play the fool that's half steppin' Intelligent black folks are our strongest weapon, get ya lessons Vocal sessions on the regular, eye contact I'm ready to take responsibility for the mine's act So save that blame it on him, her, them for mine I'll have to find the time to shape their little minds They're my angels
[Chorus]
[Verse 3] I'ma carry y'all till y'all can carry yourselves on ya own Hugs and kisses way after y'all grown Help ya out when ya need but stress independence Unconditional love, that's my life sentence, no repentence needed This is how it's supposed to be And I'ma keep my children close to me Hope to be, the best mama that I can Precious Lord please take me by my hands And guide me with ya righteous wings Cause I don't want my babies to regret a thing He's my king, she's my queen They're my world, thank you for my little boy and girl, mommie's angels
[Mia X] 1, 2, T-R-U, and Mia X, the biggest mamma. Click tight, for life, family ties. That's right. It's bigger than this record shit, nigga. All for one and one for all, that's how we ball.
TRU, forever, that's my family We be's on top the cheddar pile Wet you up like the Nile Enemies bleed in wartime, illicit rhymes Illustrated crimes, pucker up, kiss my 9 Mia's kid sister, buckin misters and misses for figures Trick ya, we set ya up and then we get ya It's the biggest mamma showin love to my sons and brothers And we gon blow the roof right off this muthafucka For the niggaz ridin with this TRU click, it ain't No Limit To my loyalty and strong arm authority Admit it, I'm finna show day to day soap opera Downtown hoes unload when the ??? choppers knock ya Head off in a split, put ya lips Around this plastic dick, a Kodak moment For this click, I don't mind dyin, takin a stand In line, while bustin my 9 I'm tryin to show you through my verbal demonstration We ain't bout fakin We bringin home the cheese, greens, and the bacon Takin no shorts and nothing that'll do I'm representin, boo, mamma's 4ever TRU
[Chorus X4] I be's a TRU nigga till I'm dead (we bout it, bout it) TRU soldiers ready to die (and rowdy, rowdy)
[Master P] Put one in the chamber or that plastic glock I'm on the grind, that 3rd Ward, Calliope, pushin rocks Gon off dolja, a No Limit soldier Got love for killas and dealas and I told ya But my homegirl is hella hard Nigga, Master P, Silkk, Mia X, livin large Gangbangin on this dope set Smoke any nigga, bitch a click, like a cigarette Now that's one to grow on If you still bout it, bout it, muthafucka, bring yo bitch ass on Cause we be bout killin, bout murder Puttin muthafuckas in six feet girdles Hustlin hard to pay the rent Mamma cryin cause I know this don't make no fuckin sense But I gotta clock cheese, to get my Gs To stake my keys, to make OZs Work in the project An expedition in the house, note them pesos, we slang crack TRU niggaz stick together cause we ballin One for all, if we fallin
[Chorus X4]
[C-Murder] I'm tatooed up (No Limit) and TRU to the game Steady mobb'n, you muthafuckas know my name Down for whatever at the drop of a dime With my TRU niggaz cautious on my rhyme, pick up my 9 Like that, but we be comin like this Don't fuck with this click or ya might get lynched Have your mama at the funeral, tissues, weepin Due to the fact you got caught up in a street sweepin No hesitation, you layin a stank C-Murder will kill for any TRU soldier wearin a tank We stick together like crazy glue Ya'll read about the hatas tryin to infiltrate my fickin crew Bow down, and give No Lomit it's props Gangsta rap pays the bills, sellin tapes, stopped sellin rocks Breakin bread with muthafuckin ballas P, C, Silkk, and Mia X, TRU shot callers They asked me would take a bullet for ya homie Ready to die for any stomach with a TRU tatoo on it Get more support than a city after a hurricane Radios and videos, now everybody know my name We be ballin like the Dream Team in my crew No Limit for life, and always 4ever TRU
[Chorus X3]
[Silkk] 4ever muthafuckin TRU, thought ya knew Nigga, it's a must, it's a trust If ya tell me what aim, I'm a bust See one by one, niggaz doin shows month by month We ain't nothin nice TRU niggaz roll tight like fuckin blunts Fuck them bustas that lookin for us Nigga, we ain't hard to find Fuck em, hidin, I'm probably makin a 500 SEL With my convertible top down And my cellular phone just ridin Mia told me, represent Watch out for niggas who muthafuckin phonies Would you take a bullet for the president? Nah, but I'd take a bullet for my TRU homie I thought you knew, homie Ya'll rappers tryin to be drug dealas and killas We killas and drugs dealas turned rappers Everything I know Been got in for murder to muthafuckin kidnappin Ya'll mad cause we hustle, ya'll ain't Ya'll mad cause ya'll can't stack bank I'm actin bad for the tank Ya'll do what ya'll could, I'll do what ya'll can't Nigga get game, I smoke that ass just like dank For everytime I'm puttin in work, add stripes to my rank Nigga, we TRU fuckin soldiers, willin, I betcha Nigga, if ya ball, I'm there for ya, if ya fall I'm gon catch ya Cause I'm gon put it down for all my hustlas Who be nationwide ballin TRU niggaz ain't fallin, we callin From California to New Orleans Turn my back on my soldiers is somethin I'll never do Silkk the Shocker, take my tatoo, I'm 4ever TRU
[Chorus and fade] (I thought you knew, Mia X, C-Murder, Master P, Silkk the Shocker 4ever TRU, 4ever TRU, TRU, TRU, TRU...)
[bridge] Whatcha Whatcha Want huh wanna see me dance Whatcha Whatcha Want wanna see me shake my thang Whatcha Whatcha Want huh wanna see me dance Whatcha Whatcha Want wanna see me shake my thang Whatcha Whatcha Want huh wanna see me dance Whatcha Whatcha Want wanna see me shake my thang Whatcha Whatcha Want huh wanna see me dance Whatcha Whatcha Want wanna see me shake my thang
[chorus] Shake What Ya Mama Gave Ya But Make Sure Dem Niggas Pay Ya I say dey wanna be pimps and playas Real Macks make em play fo flava 2x
[Mia X] Mommamia Momma got sum education fo ya young ass shakers If its on his mind make him mash dat wit sum cash Fakers stay up in da club try ta speak dat weak game Dont be tryin to show no luv Nigga fuck your pocket change See its a new day and a new situation Started off flashing 20's in your safe combination Same nigga dats livin dat ballin life Could be dat same nigga dat make a lap dance of his wife Keep your combo tight And every line so smooth [voice] Den why u dancin den? Im payin my way through school A golden gurl smile Maken dem ends and I Fuck around and get a doctor or a lawyer tunite High maintenence bitches Make tha world go round But we'll go down and suck tha life up outta that thang Fo sho now Have yo ho while This lightened touch gon make u melt Cuz we dancin fo tha benjamins and fuckn fo tha Roosevelts
[Mia X] Candy colored G-strings Gon keep da big willies hard 38 double d's got em screamin good lord Money waivin everywhere Gun smoke in the air Hennesy and absolute got em wanti
Playaz meet me at the club cuz it's goin down Master P got a party and you know we gone clown It started at 10 ends when you leave So I guess that's tomorrow if you party like me I can't see the dancefloor cuz so many feet But dead smack in the middle's where I'm trying to be Valet got my Benz parked in VIP No doubt that's the section for the cars all paid out We in the house niggaz screaming T-R-U More ice on our bodies than an igloo Can we get you anything to make you feel at home All expenses on us Get your eat and drink on Money really ain't a thing That's why the name's No Limit Known for goin all out to have you all up in it So let's get it started And the real tru playaz gone shine at the party
Chorus: repeat 2X
Imma shine at the party Sportin like 10 karats Flex like seven figures Me and all my niggaz Gettin jiggy in the club All eyes on us And as far as money goes Yall know what's up
Verse Two:
My girls mix hennessy with alize We in full effect Now we got that rowdy crowd But all playaz ain't nobody tryin to get knocked out The guys got the poker game goin on in the back The ballaz baby the niggaz with the briefcase kinda cake High stakes fo sho head bustaz at the door You can't look in without four figures or more The place is like a fashion show Everybody's feeling right Big face Frank-i-lins falling from the sky It is our mama first lady of the tank Major crazy bank straight flossin think I ain't? Can't do how we do cuz we all tru Imitaters try to but that's on you Boo a party ain't a party unless we give it Cuz the party don't stop
