We Got It (Feat. Fiend, Big Ed, Magic) - Mr. Serv-On, Fiend, Big Ed

What you need, need

We got it, got it Nigga, you know what the fuck I came for

I’m wearing this fucking tank

Now tell me, the fuck you stand for

N-O-L-I-M-I-T, S-E-R and V Niggaz salute the Colonel

Nigga, I’m the lieutenant, don’t give a fuck

So, nigga, bow to me The banging one in the clique

Fuck your sound and your bitch

Nigga, this platinum Beats By The Pound shit

A soldier marching with his knees high

1 to the 2 to the 3 to the 4 to the 5

>From gang-signs to gun-fights

Bitch, I done done it When it comes to these streets and this music mothafucka

No Limit run it Nigga, three number one’s

Took 2 and a 3 and a 4 and a 5

Shit, in the same year

So if your label can say the same shit

How the fuck you came here?

I done did from Chi-town to Montgomery

I’d rather lose my life than let you bitches run me I know what I came for

So, what you looking for?

(What you looking for?)

What you looking for?

I know what I came for

What you looking for?

What in Sam Hill are you thinking?

If you step to us, you won’t be left stanking

Big Ed, the assassin

Captain of the tank is my rank

Step through your hood like a Tyrannosaurus Rex

Mowed with Tech’s, camouflage gear from the toes to the neck

Niggaz don’t always know, niggaz still sleep on my lyrical capacity

That’s when I smoke em like Turbulence, bust on mics,

And cause tragedy

Ain’t no presence w/ these, park 3's, and sow his knees

Lyricists tuck on my sleeves after verbals like these

Big Ed be puttin’it down like that w/ a 50 Caliber

Niggaz runnin’on rides wit ya, but hangin’wit a bunch of rowdy niggaz

With a rowdy manager

If you want the hook-up, we got it Don’t make me BLAST at ya!

When it comes to a bunch of No Limit soldiers, we’ll dirty-dance witcha!

It’s a WAR!!!

But I’m in the tank, nigga

Just can’t lose, it’s this clique of No Limit soldiers

Giving you fools the blues

I refuse to lose, so I choose my moves

Smoking the cooool

Precisely selecting my 2's

Don’t play by the rules!

Busting first, leaving niggaz wetter

Jump in my Cadillac and then I jetta

If it’s a setup, I’m a call my squad of head-bustaz and wig-splitters

Hope you ready for war cuz these niggaz ain’t bull-shitters

TRU NIGGAZ!!!

We can’t fucking stand the rain!

Bringing the pain, mentally destroying your game

It must be the matches that I’m giving

Or could it be my deliverance?

That got you niggaz shivering while my tank is glistening

Picture this, a new era, and we on top of this rappin'

Ain’t no use in you fightin'

Cuz ain’t no stoppin’what’s supposed to happen!!!

Posted by ckbarlow@msn.com

Mr. Serv-On, Big Ed, Fiend, &Magic appear courtesy of No Limit Records,

LLC.

(1998)