Bring It On lyrics

Artist  : Mia X 
Song : Bring It On



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[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]