Make Some Room Lyrics - Singles - Ice Berg

Featuring c-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-r fully automatic now whatch how act 

It's survival of the roughest nigga, toughest nigga 

When im 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 aint to be played with) 

Shit! startes better take heat 

Ya'll could fuck around and get smoked like weed 

Bleed like a minstral, boy dont play no games 

We done give a fuck 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 

Aint 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 aint 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 cant relate 

Nut fuck 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 aint you clock spittin and aint no bull shitin murda, 

Murda that when yell before i serv ya 

A-s-s-a-s-s-i-n dont make me dig into the hearts of men wooo! 

Chourus 

(c-murder) 

Im a motha fuckin no limit soldier till im dead and gone ya heard me and 

I aint going never let a bitch nigga serv me 

Bitch im 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 cant 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 fuck 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 wanna shoot me 

But thats what big pokey & big v-90 there fo 

C-murder is fool and big ed you know hes 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 yall 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