We Got It lyrics

What you need, need
We got it, got it
(4X)
[Mr. Serv-On]
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?
[Chorus: Fiend (2X)]
[Big Ed]
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!
[Chorus: Fiend (2X)]
[Magic]
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!!!
[Chorus: Fiend (4X)]
Posted by ckbarlow@msn.com
Mr. Serv-On, Big Ed, Fiend, & Magic appear courtesy of No Limit Records,
LLC. (1998)