Tank Club Lyrics

One Man Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Interlude
  • 2 One Man (intro)
  • 3 One Man
  • 4 Supa Sexy
  • 5 My Place
  • 6 Unpredictable
  • 7 Cake & Ice Cream (feat. Heat)
  • 8 Close (feat. Moowett)
  • 9 I'm the Reason
  • 10 Make Me Wanna Sing (feat. Sparkle)
  • 11 Let Me Live (feat. Mannie Fresh)
  • 12 Party Like a Thug (feat. Baby)
  • 13 I Wanna Be That
  • 14 No Way
  • 15 Club
  • 16 So Many Times
  • 17 Better Man
  • 18 I Still Believe

  • [Mac:]
    No Limit black sheep, played the back seat for months
    Stayed away from the Tanqueray, bitches and blunts
    Still Mac nigga, ain't nothin changed
    Got the rings and the gold chains
    Now bitches wanna know my whole name
    I penetrate em, then I disintegrate em
    I let the next nigga date em, cuz I don't hate em
    I spit voodoo, to the most hard to get hoes
    And at the end of the night, I rippin off clothes
    You fuckin with the realest, from lyrical spillers
    To killers and dealers and cap peelers, and street guerillas
    From villians to chillers, we made millions
    And paid killers to protect scrilla
    So what the fuck you talk about winners?
    You hear that word camouflage when you hear my name
    I represent the shell shocked cuz it's in my veins
    (No Limit soldier) is on my left arm, I took it in blood
    Throw your hood up if you a thug
    And all them niggas say
    [Chorus: Mac]
    (Woah!)
    You see a soldier on the streets holler
    (Woah!)
    You hear them soldiers on them beats holler
    (Woah!)
    Every time them soldiers speak holler
    (Woah!)
    [Kane & Abel:]
    Load your weapons, grab your gats
    We sprinkle daily verbs over tracks
    Hit the chest like heart attacks
    When my lyrical hammer cock back
    And leave bullet holes in your Bourbons and 'Lacs
    The only thing we give them hoes is a dick and a smack
    Gangstafied Kane & Abel you know the camouflage assassin
    Blastin and mashin, kidnappin and head bashin
    Razor blade slashin, the endo blunt passin
    For the cash and, woah it's bout to happen
    What you want (?) ugly with that 223
    Hit em up in 3-d, now it's banned from tv
    Niggas playa hated, I sho hated
    Spark the weed, cremated
    See this game, we regulated
    [Mr. Serv-On:]
    Nigga, you know me
    The nigga that spell everything out? (Nah)
    The nigga that'll run through your motherfuckin set and bang
    your hoe motherfuckin out (Fuck yeah nigga)
    The nigga that's catchin these niggas and beatin em down
    Cuz they wearin Tanks, they don't know what the fuck it mean
    Nigga, that's the fuck, that's about punchin your fuckin mouth
    The nigga that'll tear the club up
    Nigga, I don't give a fuck if you bangin or slangin
    Nigga when I put this Tank up nigga you get rowdy as the fuck
    But if you think I was gonna leave this motherfucker without
    spellin a line
    K-L you done lost your motherfuckin mind
    Stop the track cuz these niggas don't know about my click black
    I down with the M to the A to the C
    It's the S to the E to the R to the V
    Fuckin with the T to the A to the N to the K
    And when I come through motherfucker and I raise my Tank up high
    You best believe some a you coward motherfuckers gon die
    [Chorus]
    [Big Ed:]
    Nigga what I claim?
    Nigga I claim TRU!
    I hang with niggas that's killas with TRU tatoos
    I got my name Big Ed from what I put between hips
    I got my name Assassin from the way I empty out clips
    Wear the No Limit soldier, thuggin at heart
    Hittin niggas with throw aways when I toss em I break em apart
    Niggas get your guns up if you rowdy
    And when Assassin hit the stores, buy the album if you bout it
    bout it
    [Snoop Dogg:]
    Rowdy gangsta in this motherfucker, loco
    So I can come through and keep it TRU and do what the fuck I
    must
    I bust, I keep it TRU from the 'ginnin
    Snoop Dogg, the representer from Long Beach city
    A TRU tank dog, bank y'all in y'all face
    If y'all try to come close, y'all can't run this race
    I place my self above the stack
    With my homeboys Mac and sack you fact, we strap for strap
    We got your back, don't even flip out or trip out
    Or dip out, these niggas lookin at me strange
    My game to maintain, I let it go, I sell it don't tell it
    Y'all can't touch it motherfucker, or bail it, for real
    [Mia X:]
    Biggest mama, drama two guns here I come
    Put down for my last son, the camouflaged one
    Mac the don, get your shine on cuz it's your time
    And I'ma get my rhyme on and spit like nine
    Cocked nine millimeters the ghetto diva
    Mia X-rated, golden platinum plated
    Face it, when they hear me on the K-L track
    All them niggas grab they head and jump back
    Hollin Woah cuz it's goin down like lips to dick
    I'm so tight I make you bitches never wanna see the mic
    And spit, the matter lesson rhymes next to mine
    I'm mama superior, you hoes is fearin the
    Lyrical warfare I exhale
    Some fake bitches like you name is Mel
    Battle anybody, hip hop or glock
    On TRU I'ma close your shop, woah

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