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Bring It On

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Bring It On was released on October 27, 1998 by Priority Records as a part of the album Mama Drama

Song Details

AlbumMama Drama

Release DateOctober 27, 1998

LabelPriority Records

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM86

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Mia X

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Mia X

Songwriter

C-Murder

Songwriter

Mac

Songwriter

Skull Dugrey

Songwriter

Ricky Jones

Songwriter

Silkk the Shocker

Silkk the Shocker

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

KLC

Producer

Lyrics

What's going on out there in Soldier World (Uh)

This Fiend, the excited private ****, act like you know me

Here to reperesent on, Mia X, Miss Mama Drama shit (Mama Drama, ****)

Here we have, Mac the Shell Shocker, Skull Duggery (Woah, uh-huh)

C motherfucking Murder, Mystikal (Uh-huh)

And last but not least Fiend, the excited private

Here to represent like this

Ya heard me?

Cock, bust, squeeze, aim

We No Limit soldiers, ****, you know our name

What y'all **** really come to do? (Come to do?)

If you with me, tell them soldier haters fuck you (Fuck you!)

I said what y'all bitches really come to do? (Come to do?)

If you with me, tell them soldier haters fuck you (Fuck you!)

Tru **** on the frontline ready to squeeze

Bitches think before you speak 'cause you don't want none of these

Left, right, left, roundhouse

'Cause every time I bring it on, somebody gets knocked out

About as 'bout it, 'bout it as it gets, it's that bitch

Mia X, Lady No Limit (Yeah, that bitch)

Mama, 4-star (Yeah, that bitch)

You don't wanna go to war (That's that bitch)

Drill me, I make ya feel me like ya dicks been ridin' yo' pussy (Woo)

Lyrical beats off in them streets, ****, I'm no rookie

I'm the drama in your heart when your people get killed (When your people get killed)

The most respected gangsta bitch on the real

'Cause I will

Whomp whomp

Remember me, I tote a shotty (woo), military gunfare

Just one day, paper red, hands and arrest legs

I ain't scared, I done prayed for all the consequences

Brand new, Glock inventions and killers with bad intentions

Forget to mention, don't mind, my neck on the line

Give my moms the insurance money, and cards for Valentine's

I ain't died, burn no coffin, don't pour no crony on me

Smoke in the zone stashed throw me taking what they owe me

I'm the soldier in the fatigues, fulla weed, ready to bleed

Behind, what I believe, the Tank, and weed

Indeed, boy, I hem'd these, the message, with bent knees

And notes around their necks, signed, bitch, Fiend sent these

What?

I hit the block yelling shell shocked (Shell shocked)

From the streets to the motherfucking cell blocks

If you with me, cock it back and let them shells pop (Pop)

If we gone die then we gone die letting off shots (Shots)

Woah there, **** (Woah)

Don't fuck around, don't fuck around with this click

'Cause haters eat dick and shit through them tubes, bitch (Woo)

I used to murder, murder back when I was seventeen

Got with that Tank now it's all about that mean green (Uh)

And I get ya open like the Waffle House

That shit get real when I pull that rifle out

And kill, kill, Mama Drama told me bust (uh), there ain't nothing to discuss (Uh)

So if you won't gone get the fuck (uh), if you ain't riding with us

Now everybody wants to play the game (The game)

I brings the force like the desert storm

Bring the pain like the land bring (Bring!)

Motherfuckers must dismiss, when I enter they shit

From house to house, to block to block (to block to block, ****), to the project bricks

Every hood, them thuggish soldiers taking over, I told ya

It's No Limit bringing the pain (Uh)

The other level of the game (The game!)

**** disrespect, they get dealt with (Dealt with)

You be in that pillow in that wooden box, riding that long black dick

You feelin' this, ****, you know one thing is real (Is real)

Fucking with No Limit ****, and top dog skills

**** gonna get ya (Rah)

Drill ya and then ya peel ya (Peel ya)

****, you gonna feel this

Soldier shit, ya dig it? (Soldier shit, ya dig it?)

****, what, what?

Make some Rum, I'm about to throw down

I ain't no motherfucking homie, but you 'bout to get clowned

No Limit soldiers get rowdy, raise the roof like Luke

We be some True Tank Doggs, ask my **** Fiend and Snoop

Capital N-O capital L-I-M-I-T

Until I D-I-E, and that's no L-I-E

So, bitch, get off me before I spit some shit

And break your ass off with a .45 and an extra clip

They call me C-Murder 'cause I put one in your dome

I come through your set and leave you laying at home

I hang with killers and dealers, weed smokers and G's

No Limit soldiers don't fall off so fuck my enemies

If I come from around corner I'mma knock up your head

Shouldn't have been fucking with the **** from enunciation

Fucking with the **** with the fucked up attitude and the bad pronunciation

That's why I come across rude, loud and obnoxious

Every other word gone be profane

Farting and spitting and grabbing my dick

Like I ain't got no fucking home training

Even if it's 5 o'clock in the morning

And the song ain't done, I ain't leaving

I'll take all day but when I finish the bitch

Have your head hurting and your ears bleeding

From having no money barely eating

Not going nowhere, rarely leaving

To steak and shrimp, every evening

Gone all day, busy as a beaver

I'm a soldier, told ya, now I'ma show ya

Doing it over, I got the end of the M-16 explode

You don't wanna, and ain't gonna go to war

Shoot to kill, forward march

Written by: C-Murder, Mac, Mia X, Ricky Jones, Silkk the Shocker, Skull Dugrey

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