Mr. Serv-on - Tank n***as lyrics

(feat. No Limit All-Stars) [Fiend] Womp womp! It's that, it's that n***a. Womp womp! Mr. Serv-On in this n***a. Womp womp! KLC on the beat. It's Mr. (womp) [Chorus] I'm a No Limit tank n***a, tank n***a (do you what) Actin bad, blowin dank n***a, dank n***a You wanna war get stank n***a, stank n***a And we ain't dying cause we aint n***a, we can't n***a [x2] [Mr. Serv-On] Let's be realistic, if I slap the f** out ya would you talk about it Better yet, if I come to your motherf**in house f** your wife, piss on your gra**, kick your dog would you cry about it No doubt about it n***a, I'm a f**in soldier If one of us die n***a we roll the body over, kiss the tank And pray to the motherf**in ghetto saint Be afraid to die b**h, I can't Put a pistol to my head, why the f** should I be scared, I'm heartless I'm tired of doin three consectutive lifetimes, n***a respect this I don't give a f** about your life I cut your motherf**in wrist twice Spray, all your homies bleed and make you scream through the motherf**in Night I put it down like my homie Big Ed, I put it down like that n***a f** that, I never leave my motherf**in house without a motherf**in Strap So I don't give a f** if you north, west, south or east n***a disrespect the tank and believe me n***a I'm a put one in your chest n***a I'm the No Limit f**in beast [Fiend] [Chorus] [C-Murder] Get em up cause we never die motherfuka I be the dumb n***a causing all the rucka C-Murder's my name and it's a shame how I make n***as past tense And leave em bleeding cause I ain't got no motherf**in 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***a, respect my tank up on my chest [Fiend] I'm the motherf**in 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***as a** 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***a [Chorus] [Mac] Who's that wanna murder Mac, n***as thinkin it's sweet Thinkin I'm a k**er just on beats but not no k**er in streets I'm World War three'ing, bustin at n***as like n***as Korean Me and my n***as, ride wit us or die wit us (woooooooo) I represent the shell shocked n***as, point me to his block n***a If I can't find ya murder your pops n***a 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, competition 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**h [Fiend] [Chorus] [Mia X] Four star major general, b**h 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** 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 Assa**in, got you boxed up, the smoke infrared got you locked up Shoot your block up, bust your world like Tupac 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***a make some room, back back No Limit soldiers are on the attack [Fiend] [Chorus] [Kane] I kick this motherf**er 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**h watch me Call your baby mommy, identify the body when I get rowdy Kicking a** till my shoes get sh**ty Bullets trigger man city You with me Put your face up with steel make up, yall n***as wanna be pretty [Abel] Sargent at arms, denate bombs, we lyrical warfare Blow up your mind with pipe bombs, you n***as wanna go there I cut your sh** like Edward Scissorhands, I'm just a k**er man Bustin hollow tip grips in the black land Smack your b**h with a back hand We soldiers