Ghetto Symphony Lyrics - No Limit Top Dogg - Snoop Dogg

Yo nephew, give me some of that No Limit shit 

Yeah. 

We got my nigga Fiend in the house 

C-Murder in this motherfucker 

Mystikal all up in this bitch 

Goldie Loc, hm-hmm 

My nephew Silkk the Shocker 

Oh yeah, we got somethin for the ladies too 

Mia X, run this bitch 

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Lyrical arsonist, lady alligator 

Down South, hustler, former weight smuggler 

I'm Mother, of the Tank, gave birth to an army 

Guerilla millionaires, so don't even ask, if you wanna 

get to clappin, soldier action specialty of style 

We made the whole world respect the underground while 

some of y'all niggaz talk shit and get mad 

Cause we did it with a foot up your ass, and it's still there 

I cares not about your click or the block 

I'm still that same bitch to run up in your spot and knock you off 

Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission 

Keep them niggaz by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin 

Missin the game, damn bitch it's written in plain ebonics 

So shake that come-up off you brain and do the knowledge 

Mia X, kickin off the ghetto symphony 

Next soldier up, tell em who the FUCK you be 

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WHUT? It's Fiend y'all 

Put me in the ring with real MC's, and watch em run for cover 

and hidin in trees, to escape the mic that I breathe on 

Bleed on, exceed on! 

Weak rappers with titles after twelve 

Hit a bell that's what I'll feed on! 

Microphone Don, walkin flesh, talkin bomb 

Bringin harm, to the calm, and, them be alarmed 

It's the African, oh, you wanna battle again? 

I'll turn, you and your mans, to my yesterday plans 

Oh damn, totin two pistols like Yosemite Sam 

Old man be grand, loud as the Southern band 

Pickups and caravans, the soldier, that could, that can 

I would be the man, but God beat me to them plans 

Next up, on the M-I-C 

C-Murder, get busy for the symphony 

I be's that nigga on the tank, always trippin never slippin 

Have you reminiscin and missin, that fool in your picture 

Call me Bossalinie BITCH without the Mo's at shows 

And FUCK dose who oppose (why?) we runnin them hoes 

three-hundred and sixty-five motherfuckin days a year 

I have your fool staggerin just like a bottle of beer 

You niggaz runnin from the cops, well I ain't runnin no mo' 

I flip the bird when I swerve, man, FUCK them hoes 

I'm crazy my nagga, but uh, I thought y'all knew that, shit 

Oh you ain't see the news? Shit I'm the nigga with the TRU tat 

Ask my nigga Keno, shit, I just don't give a fuck 

And if you run up wrong, I'ma fuck you up, you bitch you 

Next up, on the M-I-C 

Silkk the Shocker get busy on the symphony 

Now would I COME THIS FAR FUCKER? If I didn't sound like a hit 

Y'all didn't know what the fuck y'all thinkin bout 

You sound like a bitch (beotch!) 

Shit it sound like a wish, you know when you got a motherfuckin hit, 

bitch?? When it sound like this! 

Or you fake niggaz get enough heart, and try to bust a 

rhyme at this click 

Fuck around and miss, then fuck around and get 

found in a ditch 

Gotta labels give me dough, when they find I can, gross this much 

Freestyle shit, you can tell em I ain't, wrote this stuff 

Silkk the Shocker, KLC perv and mash like, Snoop and Dre nigga 

Y'all can relate to? get a contract like, MJ nigga 

It ain't where you from; it's where the -- FUCK YOU AT 

N-O-L-I-M-I-T, Top Dogg, and I'm FUCKIN with that 

Next up, on the M-I-C 

Mystikal get busy on the symphony 

WHOO SHIT MOTHERFUCKER GOD DAMN!! 

I keep it HYYYYYYPE, BITCH I'M THE MAN! 

When the FUCK you ever heard somebody say that they don't say my song 

or that I don't roll on every fuckin verse I'm RAPPIN ON 

(That nigga Mystikal tighter than a muh'fucker) HAHHHHH? 

I came up off of _Peter Piper_ bells and the LL's _Bad_ 

Nee?? nigga to be pissed off with me 

cause their old lady they call me their baby 

MC's pilin up and crowdin up, but I'm their FAVORITE 

The type to fly buyin a Z-28 IROC 

And chop you in your motherfuckin face (HIII-YAH) 

Your album ain't tite, WHAT IN THE FUCK IS YOU PUSHIN? 

You played out just like old woman pussy 

Next up, on the M-I-C 

Goldie Loc, get busy on the symphony 

Now watch me put these haters to the test, accumulatin with my stress 

Fold em fuck em fifty, get the shit up off my chest 

Releasin anger, all natural gangsta energy 

Goldie Loc the name, Dogg House game 

Motherfuckers better start backin up (whattup whattup) 

We in the Tank punk busters, motherfuckers don't wanna see us loc'd up 

Little Goldie Loc, Goldie Locks the same thang 

Smashin for the hood, cause I wanted to gangbang 

Last up, I believe that's me 

Snoop Dogg, light up the mic for the symphony 

This jam is dedicated to all non-optimistics 

That thought I wasn't comin, out with some exquisite, rhymes 

But that's OK, cause now I'm back 

To kill all the rumors, and straighten the facts 

Like umm, doin bad, gettin ganked for my bank 

Now you all on my dick when you see I'm TRU Tank Dogg 

You say, "Mmmm mmm mmm! Ain't that somethin 

Dogg I bought yo' album, my nigga, that shit is bumpin 

I apologize, I'm sorry for the drama 

Can I get your autograph for my baby momma?" 

Shit I'm settin it off, lettin it off, bustin 

Hustlin, rushin, dustin motherfuckers 

Droppin the heat, lock up the street, we 'posed to 

I put this pistol in your mouth, now what you gon' do? 

Top of the line, first class 

I pop a cap in yo' ass, then pop some more in the glass 

Too legit to quit, I'm spittin gangsta shit 

Man fuck all that yappin, we bout that gun clappin 

No Limit, yeah, that's what's happenin 

Fuck all that yappin, we bout that gun clappin 

Yeah 

In the real world, talk is cheap 

Actions speak louder than words 

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