C-Murder - Down South (feat. Slim Thug & C-Loc) Lyrics

(*computer voice*)T-R-U, No Limit foreverThe world is ours(Chorus)No Limit nigga, soldier - 4x[C-Murder]I got that tank tatted on my arm, cause I mean thatI call myself C-Murder dog, because I seen thatSo call me a soldier brah, that's what I claimAin't no TRUer motherfuckers in this motherfucking gameIt's No Limit, you don't wanna go to war with meI make a call, and my niggas they gone fall with meFrom Japan to the motherfucking CP3Like a man I'll have you ducking nigga fucking with meSteady bucking at shows, bitches, G's and hoesTake off your clothes, nobody knows I'm getting blowed and blowedNigga, I told you when I get older, I'ma get bolderAnd colder nigga, a motherfucking No Limit Soldier(Chorus - 4x)[New-9]So many haters in the 2G, I'm hanging with my girlShe strapped to the chrome, now, and the handle pearlA lot of fakers hating thinking they can take meThen jumped off the porch ain't seen more than a GI be a skinny nigga from Uptown, Parkway to be exactNo Limit Soldier thought I told you hit your block with choppas and macsTold you, don't stale exhale, you better ask somebodyWe got to cop the blow like V-12Rolling like rovados on Cadillac trucksHaving all them bustas inside like the lightning struckT-R-U, out that 1-2-3 you heardAin't No L-I-M-I to the T bitch(Chorus - 4x)[Wango]Want to swang that tank round dog I'm real with this shitYou got a problem I hit em like the lightning hitLook, straight from the top when it drop it's a thundering soundSo salute, to my people when they come aroundI'm straight off the block nigga I'm TRU to this shitIf you dishing out a hit, I'ma take the bitchI'ma make your people mad, make em come to coatIf you ain't with the rap shit then don't you copeWith target cards, them hoes they like itCause it's W-A-N-G, them niggas don't like meIf you step to me, then it's T-R-UIf I have to make a call I'ma call that nigga Boo cause I'm aSoldier - 2x(Chorus - 3x)