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Big Ed

Edward Lee Knight (1971–2001), best known by his stage name Big Ed (or Big Ed the Assassin), was an American rapper who was signed to Master P's No Limit Records in the late 1990s. more »


Year:
1999
1:51
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featuring see-Murder, Mia X, Mac and Snoop Dogg 

(Big Ed) 
Chorus 
Nigga make some room, nigga back up, back up 
No limit soldiers bout to act up, act up x2 

(Big Ed) 
Ha, Ha were my mother fuckin soldiers, its time for war (attention) 
salute your captin time to get even 
Fire in the hole take cover 
got you punk ass nigga trippin fallin over each other 
Seen that 50 calibur spit that bits, unload, reload and extra an clip, 
I thought i was watchin gymnastics the way i seen that hoe flip 
Its the A-S-S-A-S-S-I-N who am i (the assassin) 
Big Ed be puttin it down like dat get your gat 
A-are fully automatic now whatch how act 
It's survival of the roughest nigga, toughest nigga 
When I'm drinkin happy, so they call Mr. bucka nigga 
Ask my nigga Chris Artis he say No Limit niggaz be the hardest 
>From Coast to coast regardless 
Better then the last soldiers, throw yo nut, nigga what nigga what 

Chorus x2 

(Mia X) 
N-O -L-I-M-I-T (Repeat) 
Bout it niggaz from the streets (Repeat) 
TRU is what we claim (Repeat) 
We break that ass then we take names (Repeat) 
Sound off (Click Clack) 
Sound Off (rat tat tat tat) 
Break it on down (We ain't to be played with) 
Shit! startes better take heat 
Ya'll could f*ck around and get smoked like weed 
Bleed like a minstral, boy don't play no games 
We done give a f*ck about tha family's pain 
All the game is me find me in the N.O. 
Told ya he's got no name once the 50 sprain 
Who ya kiddin 2, whatcha been through 
ain't the issue, choppers hit you 
Nigga soldiers tryin to spit you 
Rip you you to pieces leave you funky like feces 
Talkin ride ride know when you ain't tryin to see 
Tthese down south about more problems than a lil 
Watch out the bound nigga comin 4 your grill 
The real feels so they tryin our shit 
Why the fakes hate because they can't relate 
Nut f*ck it we got duckets in the buckets for a rainy day 
And Momma Mia's verbil A-K gon spray 4 my Soldiers 

(Mac) 
Nigga die die die in the swingin battlefield (field) 
You can kill me if you kill (kill) 
I got that horse shoe on my grill (grill) 
I'm a soldier (soldier )I never die (never die) 
When you No Limit niggaz, we stay camoflage (camoflauge) 
wooo! 
The full metal jacket that Mac it i pack it clickin clackin 
T start spittin, they start subtractin 
No retreat no surrender never take me alive 
Got the game in my vein and the killer in my eye 
I'm shellshocked i ain't you clock spittin and ain't no bull shitin Murda, 
murda that when yell before i serv ya 
A-S-S-A-S-S-I-N don't make me dig into the hearts of men Wooo! 

Chourus 

(C-Murder) 
I'm a motha fuckin no limit soldier till I'm dead and gone ya heard me and 
i ain't going never let a bitch nigga serv me 
Bitch I'm bossalini that means I run all this shit 
First leiutenant of a bunch of ignant niggaz in my tru click 
Fo the fedz if my regrets be real 
I can't explain why all my mother fuckin enimies is gettin killed 
We No Limit Soldiers I thought I told ya 
Make millions on rap my lyrics burn like dolja 
We breed fight machines military minded mother fuckas 
With a past of sellin crack 2 some cluckers 
So make some room nigga, cause we combat ready 
So back up , back up, or you gon fell this meshedie We Soldiers 

(Snoop) 
na,na.na.na.na.na. 
Now i can lay play you or just spray you 
Buck you up or f*ck you up or just chill 
And i will on real nigga 
But id rather not speak on it cause i know niggaz be litenin and twistin 
shit 
My vision is to stomp on niggaz like a marin core vet 
We ease your stress with 2 to your chest 
Mr gangsta ganasta how ya do dat 
I'm a tru tankdawg & all ya'll niggaz already knew that 
I got 2 kids in the back seat of my tank 
And 4 rights on the front door 
And every state i go to hoes have to salute me 
Even though they know they niggaz probably want to shoot me 
But that's what big pokey & big V-90 there fo 
see-murder is fool and Big Ed you know he's got tools 
And Silkk got all the bitches in high school 
Livin the life of a no limit soldier man that shit is way too cool Now I 
don't know what ya'll been told 
(I don't know what y'all been told) 
But gangstas and soldiers boy they roll 
(Gangstas and soldiers boy they roll) 
Guns ammunission and plenty of weed 
(Guns ammunission and plenty of weed) 
And a couple bad bitches oh yes indeed 
(Couple bad bitches oh yes indeed) 
Sound off 1-2 Sound off DPG 
N-O L-I-M-I-T

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Written by: CRAIG LAWSON, EDWARD KNIGHT

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