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Georg Danzer - We Got It lyrics
Chorus: [Fiend]
 What 'cha need, need
 We got it, got it (4Xs)
 [Mr. Serv-On]
 Ahh! Nigga you know what the fuck I came fo'!
 I'm wearin this fuckin' Tank
 Now tell me (what) the fuck it stands fo'!
 N-O-L-I-M-I-T, S-E-R-V
 Nigga salute the colonel
 Nigga I'm lieutenant, don't give fuck 
 So nigga bow to me
 Bangin' one of the click
 Fuck yo' sound and yo' bitch
 Nigga it's platinum Beats by Pound shit
 A soldier marchin' wit' his knees high 
 1 to da 2 to da 3 to da 4 to da 5
 From gang signs and gun fights
 Bitch I den done it
 When it comes to da streets to da music mutha fucka
 NO LIMIT RUN IT!!
 Nigga three #1's to da 2 to da 3 and a 4 and a 5
 In the same year
 So if yo' label can't tell ya da same shit
 Then why in the fuck you came here
 I den did it from Chi-town, Montgomery
 I rather lose my life before I let you bitches run me
 I know what I came for, so what 'cha lookin' for
 What 'cha came for.......
(Chorus 2Xs)
 [Big Ed]
 What in Sam Hill are you thinkin'
 If you step to us, you want be left stankin
 Big Ed "The Assassin," Captain of the Tank is my rankGeorg Danzer - We Got It - http://motolyrics.com/georg-danzer/we-got-it-lyrics.html
 Step through yo' hood like a Tyrannosaurus Rex
 Totin' two techs, camoflauged gear from toe to neck
 Niggas don't know when niggas can sleep on my lyical capacity
 That's when I swoop 'em like turbulence
 Bust on mics and cause tragedy
 The presents of thieves, hearts breeze and souls leave
 If you stomp on my stees after verbals like these
 Big Ed be puttin' it down like that
 Wit' a fifty calibre 
 Niggas run off wild at 'cha
 Why dey hang wit a bunch of niggas wit' a rowdy manager
 If you want the hook-up, we got it
 Don't make me blast at 'cha
 But if ya come short buncha No Limit Soldiers dirty dance wit'cha
(Chorus 2Xs)
 [Magic]
 It's a WAR!! But I in da Tank nigga 
 Just can't lose
 It's dis click of No Limit Soldiers givin' you fools the flu
 I refuse to lose so I choose my move 
 Smokin a Kool, precicely selectin' my tool
 Don't play by the rule, bustin first
 Leavin' niggas wet up
 Jump in my Cadillac and then I jet up
 If it's a set up I'ma call a squad of head bustas and wig splittas
 Hope you ready to war cause these ain't bullshittas
 TRU niggas we can fuckin' stand the rain
 By bringin the pain, mentally destroyin' yo' game
 Must be the Magic that I'm givin' or could it be my deliverence
 That got you niggas shiverin' or my Tank is glistenin'
 Picture this, a new era and we on top of rappin' 
 Aint no use to you fightin' cause ain't no stoppin' what's suppose to happen
(Chorus until fade)








