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Soldiers
Be all you can be
This No Limit s**t tho...
We in this for life
This not just a job baby
This an adventure, ya heard me?
Chorus:
Now if you real, keep it real
But if you fake, then you phony
nigg*
Go join the navy,
You can't fk with this army
Master P
I gave a couple some tanks and I want 'em back
nigg* sent me some beats...But I don't want that
In '89 I had a Benz, you ain't had a buck
I bought your only fkin house, and your first fkin truck
You p*wn your rolley boy?
Oh...you doin' bad?
Stop trickin' to them hoes, and you wouldn't be on your ass
Now when times got hard
You ran your mouth like a b*tch
Sold your soul to the devil, when you ran with other cliques
You ain't no soldier boy
Take that tat off your stomach
nigg* talkin' bout he love me
But b*tch you love my money
Now if greed come between me and my
May god bless his soul
And I hope he forgive me
Chorus
Silkk The Shocker
These fake gon' fall off
We gonna be around for a minute
Thats why , shoot shots and run
We stick around and finish
Now...see me dogg?
I'm around to win it
And I don't fk around with you
Stop step the fk away from around my Bentley
I'm bought to blow off these fake head
Sayin' "whats wrong with Slim?"
Them fake P
That's why theres no fkin' songs with them
We put our money together
Just like we started with crack
We let a couple shine
We bought to take it back
You know its mic's now nigg*
We started with gats
Let a nigg* play me on the streets
So dogg, I ain't gonna start with this rap
Gonna let them fake go
Thats how we gonna settle down
If we hustle we stil be rich b*tch...if we never rap
Chorus
P talking till the end of the song