[Featuring Mystikal, Silkk]

Nigga, and we don't give a fuck

If you don't give a fuck

Then we don't give a fuck

If you don't give a fuck

Then we don't give a fuck

You got a problem with us

We'll shoot this bitch up


[Big Ed, Silk]

My entourage be some souldiers

Fool I thought I told ya

Nigga we bust at the rollers

And knock your head up off your shoulders

Cause you don't want to see us

Cause if you do

Glock cocked with ski masks nigga

A bunch of killers with tattoos


Ahhhh atten hut

About face to his head

Nigga in charge

Label full of killas and drug dealas

Convicted thug niggas and tank doggs

How you like me now bitch

Got to run it with a whole gang of hard hittas

Ya'll have to check us or respect us like

Motherfuckin guard sentence

Better duck when I bust you

Ya killed numb

I'm in a rush so don't touch me

Sayin fuck ya'll feel it

Blowin out the past though

But I be playin you assholes

Startin wars like Castro

Enemies casket close ask my foes

Look knock em down like back door to the end

Like I'm ten fold

Never go to war with us niggas

Unless you can last hoe

Look I stay muggin therefore I stay thuggin

Look fuck who you with I lose you bitch

You mean nothing to me like my fuckin play cousins

Now we heartless sleep in the dark

Cause you don't want to start shit

Told you I'm a soldier bitch

I come to get you if I'm mobile like I was cordless

Like a phone let it be known

I'm from the land of the trigga slangers

Nigga bangers

That's why in the morning

I sign nothing with my trigga finger

So don't test me

Chorus X2

[Big Ed]

Now if you see me

Ski mask glock cocked

17 shots hit your whole block

Oh you're not when your ladies panties drop at the hotel spot

Lock now load tank doggs explode

See the whites of their eyes unload

For the automatics empty magazines, then reload

Nigga what, nigga wet who them bustas be with

I got a 120 round clip for situations like this

I'm makin gangstas move wearin gangsta shoes

My entourage is bout it bout it makin gangstas groove

Silkk the shock what's that on your stomach

(Silk) That's my TRU tattoo

Well I'll be god damned nigga

Cause I got that on my stomach too

No Limit Soldier, military steppin

Cock back your weapons

Glocks, Hechler Kochs, Sig Sauers, Rugers, and Smith & Wessons

Big Ed be the captain of this army who pops

Me and another killer fuse here

So you really didn't harm me

Murderous onslaught, my entourage keeps blastin

Nigga the only way you can see me is inside the outcome


Chorus X2


Fool if I aimin at your motherfuckin head

Bitch I ain't gonna miss you but your people gonna miss ya

My heart colder than the air conditioner

They breakin and duckin and dodgin to get out the way

From the fuck of my picture

It just a ridiculous

I'm prove it to you

If it's cool, then it's cool

If I say move, then you better move

I done told you we No Limit Soldiers we ballers we on a mission

Now can't nobody hold us we outta control on you bitches

That's what we remainin

Maintainin, ya'll ain't hangin

From what we brangin

We put that jock in the knock and it's bangin and sangin

I know what you thinkin

But before you can do you screamin Don't shoot

That's your ass options are limited

Now whatcha gon do

If you're a bitch, you gon cry like a pissy baby

If you're on your shit, get your skinny let em fry like bacon

If you're scared, say you're scared (I'm scared)

Then know I'm breakin your neck and breakin that leg

As soon as I put this shit down for Big Ed

This entourages is vicious that's my dog

That's my niggas, that's my fuckin cool edition

[Chorus X2]
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My Entourage Lyrics

Big Ed – My Entourage Lyrics