Bring it on lyrics

Artist  : Mia x 
Song : Bring it on
 
 [Featuring Fiend, Mac, Skull Dugery, C-Murder,
Mystikal]
[Fiend]
What's goin on out there in soldier world? {All
my soldiers and
Soldierettes}
This Fiend the excited private nigga act like ya
know me
Here to represent on Mia X Ms. Mama Drama Shit
{Mama Drama Nigga}
Here we have Mac, the shell shocker, skull dugery
C mother fucking Murder, Mystikal
And last but not least Fiend the excited private
Here to represent like this ya heard me?
[Chorus X4]
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}
What y'all bitches really come to do
If you with me tell them soldiers haters fuck you
{fuck you]
True niggas on the front line ready to squezze
Bitches think before you speak cause you don't
want none of these
Left, right, left roundhouse
Cause everytime I bring it one sombody 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 four-star {yeah that bitch}
You don't wanna go to war {That's that bitch}
Drill me
I make ya fell me like ya dick in burning pussy
Lyrical beats or in the streets nigga I'm no
rookie
I'm the drama in your heart when your people get
killed
The most respected gangsta bitch on the real
cause I will
[Chorus X2]
[Fiend}
Remember me I tote a shoty
Military gunfare just one day
Paper weight hands and arrest leg
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 card for
valentines
I ain't died burn no coffin don't pour no cornie
on me
Smoked in the zone stashed throw me taking what
the owe me
I the soldier in the fatigues full of weed ready
to bleed
Behind what I believe the tank and we indeed
Boy I hem thee the message with bent knees
And notes around they neck signed bitch Fiend
sent these
[Mac]
What? I hit the block yellin shell shocked
From the streets to the motherfucking cell block
If you with me cock it back and let 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 throught 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 you open like the Waffle House
This shit get real when I pull that rifle out
Kill kill mama drama told me bust
There ain't nuttin to discuss
So you won't gone get the fuck
If you ain't riding with us
[Skull Dugery]
Now everybody wants to play the game
I bring the force like the Desert Storm bring the
pain
Like the land brang
Motherfuckers must dismiss when I enter they shit
From house to house to block to block to the
project bricks
Every hood them thuggish soldiers taking over I
told ya
It's no limit bringing the pain
The other level of the game
Niggas disrespect they get deal with
You be in a pillow in that wooden box riding in
that long black dick
You feelin this nigga you know on thing is real
Fucking with no limit niggas and top dog skills
Niggas gonna get ya
Fell and then they peel ya
Niggas ya gonna fell this solder shit you dig it?
[Chorus X2]
[C-Murder]
Nigga what? make some run I'm about to throw down
I ain't no motherfucking homey but you bout to
get clowned
No limit soldiers get rowdy raise the roof like
Luke
We be some true tanks 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 a extra clip
They call me C-murder cause I put on in your dome
I come to your set and leave you laying at home
I hang with killers and dealers, weed smokers and
G's
No limit niggas don't fall off so fuck my enemies
[Chorus X2]
[Mystikal]
If I come from around the corner I'm a knock up
your head
shouldn't have been fucking with that nigga with
the enuciation
fucking with the nigga with bad attitude and bad
pronunciation
that's why I come off rude, loud and obnoixous,
every other word gone
be
profane
farting, spiting, 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 barely eating, not going no
where rarely leaving
to steak and shrimp every evening, gone all day
busy as a beaver
Imma soldier, told ya, now I'm a show ya
doing it over
I got the end of the M-16 explode
you don't wanna, ain't gonna go to war
shot to kill, forward march
[Chorus to fade]