Make Some Room lyrics

Artist  : Big Ed 
Song : Make Some Room



 Send "Make Some Room" Ringtone to your Cell 

 featuring  C-Murder, Mia X, Mac and Snoop Dogg

(Big Ed)
Chorus
Nigga make some room, nigga back up, back up 
No limit soldiers bout to act up, act up x2

(Big Ed)
Ha, Ha were my mother f**kin soldiers, its time
for war (attention) 
salute your captin time to get even 
Fire in the hole take cover 
got you punk as* nigga trippin  fallin over each
other 
Seen that 50 calibur spit that bits, unload,
reload and extra an clip, 
I thought i was watchin gymnastics the way i seen
that hoe flip 
Its the A-S-S-A-S-S-I-N who am i (the assassin) 
Big Ed be puttin it down like dat get your gat
A-R fully automatic now whatch how act 
It's survival of the roughest nigga, toughest
nigga 
When im drinkin happy, so they call Mr. bucka
nigga 
Ask my nigga Chris Artis he say No Limit niggaz
be the hardest
>From Coast to coast regardless
Better then the last soldiers, throw yo nut,
nigga what nigga what

Chorus x2

(Mia X)
N-O -L-I-M-I-T  (Repeat) 
Bout it niggaz from the streets  (Repeat) 
TRU is what we claim (Repeat) 
We break that as* then we take names (Repeat)
Sound off (Click Clack) 
Sound Off (rat tat tat tat) 
Break it on down (We aint to be played with) 
Shit! startes better take heat 
Ya'll could f**k around and get smoked like weed
Bleed like a minstral, boy dont play no games 
We done give a f**k about tha family's pain
All the game is me find me in the N.O. 
Told ya he's got no name once the 50 sprain 
Who ya kiddin 2, whatcha been through
Aint the issue, choppers hit you
Nigga soldiers tryin to spit you
Rip you you to pieces leave you funky like feces
Talkin ride ride know when you aint tryin to see 
Tthese down south about more problems than a lil 
Watch out the bound nigga comin 4 your grill 
The real feels so they tryin our sh*t 
Why the fakes hate because they cant relate 
Nut f**k it we got duckets in the buckets for a
rainy day 
And Momma Mia's verbil A-K gon spray 4 my
Soldiers

(Mac)
Nigga die die die in the swingin battlefield
(field)
You can kill me if you kill (kill)
I got that horse shoe on my grill (grill)
I'm a soldier (soldier )I never die (never die)
When you No Limit niggaz, we stay camoflage
(camoflauge)
wooo! 
The full metal jacket that Mac it i  pack it
clickin clackin 
 
T start spittin, they start subtractin 
No retreat no surrender never take me alive 
Got the game in my vein and the killer in my eye
I'm shellshocked i aint you clock spittin and
aint no bull shitin Murda, 
murda that when yell before i serv ya 
A-S-S-A-S-S-I-N dont make me dig into the hearts
of men Wooo!

Chourus

(C-Murder)
Im a motha f**kin no limit soldier till im dead
and gone ya heard me and 
i aint going never let a bit*h nigga serv me
Bit*h im bossalini that means I run all this sh*t

First leiutenant of a bunch of ignant niggaz in
my tru click 
Fo the fedz if my regrets be real 
I cant explain why all my mother f**kin enimies
is gettin killed 
We No Limit Soldiers I thought I told ya 
Make millions on rap my lyrics burn like dolja 
We breed fight machines military minded mother
f**kas 
With a past of sellin crack 2 some cluckers 
So make some room nigga, cause we combat ready 
So back up , back up, or you gon fell this
meshedie We Soldiers

(Snoop)
na,na.na.na.na.na. 
Now i can lay play you or just spray you 
Buck you up or f**k you up or just chill 
And i will on real nigga 
But id rather not speak on it cause i know niggaz
be litenin and twistin 
shit 
My vision is to stomp on niggaz like a marin core
vet
We ease your stress with 2 to your chest 
Mr gangsta ganasta how ya do dat 
I'm a tru tankdawg & all ya'll niggaz already
knew that 
I got 2 kids in the back seat of my tank 
And 4 rights on the front door 
And every state i go to hoes have to salute me 
Even though they know they niggaz probably wanna
shoot me 
But thats what big pokey & big V-90 there fo 
C-murder is fool and Big Ed you know hes got
tools 
And Silkk got all the bit*hes in high school 
Livin the life of a no limit soldier man that
sh*t is way too cool Now I 
don't know what ya'll been told 
(I don't know what yall been told)
But gangstas and soldiers boy they roll
(Gangstas and soldiers boy they roll) 
Guns ammunission and plenty of weed 
(Guns ammunission and plenty of weed)
And a couple bad bit*hes oh yes indeed 
(Couple bad bit*hes oh yes indeed)
Sound off 1-2 Sound off DPG 
N-O L-I-M-I-T