Ghetto Symphony

Yo nephew, give me some of that no limit shit Yeah, we got my nigga Fiend in the house C-Murder in this motherf**ker, Mystikal all up in this bitch Goldie Loc, mm, mm, my nephew Silkk the Shocker Oh yeah, we got somethin' for the ladies too Mia X, run this bitch Lyrical arsonist, lady alligator Down South, hustler, former weight smuggler I'm mother, of the Tank, gave birth to an army Guerrilla millionaires, so don't even ask, if you wanna Get to clappin', soldier action specialty of style We made the whole world respect the underground while Some of y'all niggaz talk shit and get mad 'Cause we did it with a foot up your a*s and it's still there I cares not about your click or your block I'm still that same bitch to run up in your spot and knock you off Broad, with the cause, bitch on a mission Keep them niggaz by they nuts while you hoes be d**k kissin' Missin' the game, damn bitch it's written in plain Ebonics So shake that come-up off you brain and do the knowledge Mia X, kickin' off the ghetto symphony Next soldier up, tell 'em who the f**k you be (What? It's Fiend y'all) Put me in the ring with real MC's and watch 'em run for cover And hidin' in trees, to escape the mic that I breathe on Bleed on, exceed on Weak rappers with titles after twelve Hit a bell that's what I'll feed on Microphone Don, walkin' flesh, talkin' bomb Bringin' harm, to the calm and, them be alarmed It's the African, oh, you wanna battle again? I'll turn, you and your mans, to my yesterday plans Oh damn, totin' two pistols like Yosemite Sam Old man be grand, loud as the Southern band Pickups and caravans, the soldier, that could, that can I would be the man but God beat me to them plans Next up, on the M I C C-Murder, get busy for the symphony I be's that nigga on the tank, always trippin' never slippin' Have you reminiscin' and missin', that fool in your picture Call me Bossalinie bitch without the Mo's at shows And f**k dose who oppose we runnin' them hoes 365 motherf**kin' days a year I have your fool staggerin' just like a bottle of beer You niggaz runnin' from the cops, well I ain't runnin' no mo' I flip the bird when I swerve, man, f**k them hoes I'm crazy my nagga but uh, I thought y'all knew that, shit Oh you ain't see the news? Shit I'm the nigga with the TRU tat Ask my nigga Keno, shit, I just don't give a f**k And if you run up wrong, I'ma f**k you up, you bitch you Next up, on the M I C Silkk the Shocker get busy on the symphony Now when I come this far f**ker, don't it sound like a hit? Y'all didn't know what the f**k y'all thinkin' 'bout You sound like a bitch (Beotch!) Shit it sound like a wish, you know when you got a Motherf**kin' hit bitch? When it sound like this Or you fake niggaz get enough heart, and try to Bust a rhyme at this clip f**k around and miss, then f**k around and get found in a ditch Gotta labels give me dough, when they find I can, gross this much Freestyle shit, you can tell em I ain't, wrote this stuff Silkk the Shocker, KLC perv and mash like, Snoop and Dre nigga Y'all can relate to [unverified] get a contract like, MJ nigga It ain't where you from, it's where the f**k you at N O L I M I T, Top Dogg, and I'm f**kin' with that Next up, on the M I C Mystikal get busy on the symphony Who shit motherf**ker goddamn I keep it hype, bitch I'm the man When the f**k you ever heard somebody say That they don't say my song Or that I don't roll on every f**kin' verse I'm rappin' on (That nigga Mystikal tighter than a muh'f**ker) Ha, ha? I came up off of Peter Piper bells and the LL's bad Nee nigga to be pissed off with me 'Cause their old lady they call me their baby MC's pilin' up and crowdin' up but I'm their favorite The type to fly buyin' a Z-28 IROC And chop you in your motherf**kin' face (Hii, yah) Your album ain't tite, what in the f**k is you pushin'? You played out just like old woman pus*y Next up, on the M I C Goldie Loc, get busy on the symphony Now watch me put these haters to the test, accumulatin' with my stress Fold 'em f**k 'em fifty, get the shit up off my chest Releasin' anger, all natural gangsta energy Goldie Loc the name, Dogg House game Motherf**kers better start backin' up (Whattup whattup) We in the Tank punk busters Motherf**kers don't wanna see us loc'd up Little Goldie Loc, Goldie Locks the same thang Smashin' for the hood, 'cause I wanted to gang bang Last up, I believe that's me Snoop Dogg, light up the mic for the symphony This jam is dedicated to all non optimistics That thought I wasn't comin', out with some exquisite, rhymes But that's okay, 'cause now I'm back To kill all the rumors and straighten the facts Like I'm, doin' bad, gettin' ganked for my bank Now you all on my d**k when you see I'm TRU Tank Dogg You say, "Mm, mm, mm, ain't that somethin' Dogg I bought yo' album, my nigga, that shit is bumpin' I apologize, I'm sorry for the drama Can I get your autograph for my baby momma?" Shit I'm settin' it off, lettin' it off, bustin' Hustlin', rushin', dustin' motherf**kers Droppin' the heat, lock up the street, we 'posed to I put this pistol in your mouth, now what you gon' do? Top of the line, first cla*s I pop a cap in yo' a*s, then pop some more in the gla*s Too legit to quit, I'm spittin' gangsta shit Man f**k all that yappin', we bout that gun clappin' No Limit, yeah, that's what's happenin' f**k all that yappin', we bout that gun clappin', yeah In the real world, talk is cheap, actions speak louder than words No Limit Records, here to protect and serve