C-P-3.com — текст песни (C-Murder f New-9 and Wango)

(*computer voice*)
T-R-U, No Limit forever
The world is ours

(Chorus)
No Limit nigga, soldier - 4x

[C-Murder]
I got that tank tatted on my arm, cause I mean that
I call myself C-Murder dog, because I seen that
So call me a soldier brah, that`s what I claim
Ain`t no TRUer motherfuckers in this motherfucking game
It`s No Limit, you don`t wanna go to war with me
I make a call, and my niggas they gone fall with me
From Japan to the motherfucking CP3
Like a man I`ll have you ducking nigga fucking with me
Steady bucking at shows, bitches, G`s and hoes
Take off your clothes, nobody knows I`m getting blowed and blowed
Nigga, I told you when I get older, I`ma get bolder
And colder nigga, a motherfucking No Limit Soldier

(Chorus - 4x)

[New-9]
So many haters in the 2G, I`m hanging with my girl
She strapped to the chrome, now, and the handle pearl
A lot of fakers hating thinking they can take me
Then jumped off the porch ain`t seen more than a G
I be a skinny nigga from Uptown, Parkway to be exact
No Limit Soldier thought I told you hit your block with choppas and macs
Told you, don`t stale exhale, you better ask somebody
We got to cop the blow like V-12
Rolling like rovados on Cadillac trucks
Having all them bustas inside like the lightning struck
T-R-U, out that 1-2-3 you heard
Ain`t No L-I-M-I to the T bitch

(Chorus - 4x)

[Wango]
Want to swang that tank round dog I`m real with this shit
You got a problem I hit em like the lightning hit
Look, straight from the top when it drop it`s a thundering sound
So salute, to my people when they come around
I`m straight off the block nigga I`m TRU to this shit
If you dishing out a hit, I`ma take the bitch
I`ma make your people mad, make em come to coat
If you ain`t with the rap shit then don`t you cope
With target cards, them hoes they like it
Cause it`s W-A-N-G, them niggas don`t like me
If you step to me, then it`s T-R-U
If I have to make a call I`ma call that nigga Boo cause I`m a

Soldier - 2x

(Chorus - 3x)