Letra We got it [feat. big ed, magic & fiend] Mr. Serv-On

We got it [feat. big ed, magic & fiend]

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 2
Xs) [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 rank 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 2
Xs) [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)