Make Some Room Video (MV)

featuring see-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*ckin soldiers, its time for war (attention)

salute your captin time to get even

Fire in the hole take cover

got you punk ass 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-are fully automatic now whatch how act

It's survival of the roughest nigga, toughest nigga

When I'm 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 ass then we take names (Repeat)

Sound off (Click Clack)

Sound Off (rat tat tat tat)

Break it on down (We ain't to be played with)

Shit! startes better take heat

Ya'll could f*ck around and get smoked like weed

Bleed like a minstral, boy don't play no games

We done give a f*ck 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

ain't 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 ain't 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 shit

Why the fakes hate because they can't relate

Nut f*ck 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 ain't you clock spittin and ain't no bull shitin Murda,

murda that when yell before i serv ya

A-S-S-A-S-S-I-N don't make me dig into the hearts of men Wooo!



Chourus



(C-Murder)

I'm a motha f*ckin no limit soldier till I'm dead and gone ya heard me and

i ain't going never let a bitch nigga serv me

Bitch I'm bossalini that means I run all this shit

First leiutenant of a bunch of ignant niggaz in my tru click

Fo the fedz if my regrets be real

I can't explain why all my mother f*ckin 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*ckas

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*ck 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 want to shoot me

But that's what big pokey & big V-90 there fo

see-murder is fool and Big Ed you know he's got tools

And Silkk got all the bitches in high school

Livin the life of a no limit soldier man that shit is way too cool Now I

don't know what ya'll been told

(I don't know what y'all 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 bitches oh yes indeed

(Couple bad bitches oh yes indeed)

Sound off 1-2 Sound off DPG

N-O L-I-M-I-T