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letra de we got it - mr. serv-on

what you need, need
we got it, got it
(4x)
[mr. serv-on]
n-gg-, you know what the f-ck i came for
i’m wearing this f-cking tank
now tell me, the f-ck you stand for
n-o-l-i-m-i-t, s-e-r and v
n-gg-z salute the colonel
n-gg-, i’m the lieutenant, don’t give a f-ck
so, n-gg-, bow to me
the banging one in the clique
f-ck your sound and your b-tch
n-gg-, this platinum beats by the pound sh-t
a soldier marching with his knees high
1 to the 2 to the 3 to the 4 to the 5
>from gang-signs to gun-fights
b-tch, i done done it
when it comes to these streets and this music mothaf-cka
no limit run it
n-gg-, three number one’s
took 2 and a 3 and a 4 and a 5
sh-t, in the same year
so if your label can say the same sh-t
how the f-ck you came here?
i done did from chi-town to montgomery
i’d rather lose my life than let you b-tches run me
i know what i came for
so, what you looking for? (what you looking for?)
what you looking for?
i know what i came for
what you looking for?
[chorus: fiend (2x)]
[big ed]
what in sam hill are you thinking?
if you step to us, you won’t be left stanking
big ed, the -ss-ssin
captain of the tank is my rank
step through your hood like a tyrannosaurus rex
mowed with tech’s, camouflage gear from the toes to the neck
n-gg-z don’t always know, n-gg-z still sleep on my lyrical capacity
that’s when i smoke em like turbulence, bust on mics,
and cause tragedy
ain’t no presence w/ these, park 3’s, and sow his knees
lyricists tuck on my sleeves after verbals like these
big ed be puttin’ it down like that w/ a 50 caliber
n-gg-z runnin’ on rides wit ya, but hangin’ wit a bunch of rowdy n-gg-z
with a rowdy manager
if you want the hook-up, we got it
don’t make me blast at ya!
when it comes to a bunch of no limit soldiers, we’ll dirty-dance witcha!
[chorus: fiend (2x)]
[magic]
it’s a war! but i’m in the tank, n-gg-
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 cooool
precisely selecting my 2’s
don’t play by the rules!
busting first, leaving n-gg-z wetter
jump in my cadillac and then i jetta
if it’s a setup, i’m a call my squad of head-bustaz and wig-splitters
hope you ready for war cuz these n-gg-z ain’t bull-sh-tters
tru n-gg-z! we can’t f-cking stand the rain!
bringing the pain, mentally destroying your game
it must be the matches that i’m giving
or could it be my deliverance?
that got you n-gg-z shivering while my tank is glistening
picture this, a new era, and we on top of this rappin’
ain’t no use in you fightin’
cuz ain’t no stoppin’ what’s supposed to happen!
[chorus: fiend (4x)]
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mr. serv-on, big ed, fiend, & magic appear courtesy of no limit records,
llc. (1998)

- mr serv on

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