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Intro: (Master P)
Yeah nigg*, don't let this rap s**t fool ya
I just like to play the backfield... but ya know what
We even mo' dangerous wit' money... We like the Taliban nigg*
The New No Limit is an army and we gonna ride til' we die
Chorus x2: Krazy
Y'all wanna hate on me (on me)
My soldiers time to die for me (for me)
Hold ya guns to the sky (sky)
The New No Limit we gon' ride (ride)
Verse 1: Choppa
I'm like a fiend when he's cracked out beggin' for mercy
On my knees, baby Jesus, please don't hurt me
All the lies I done took in this world of mine
Snortin' coke, feelin' like I'm walkin' through time
Open my casket at my funeral, I see my face
I'm like Richard Prior, wonderin' why, I had to be based
It's all a dream but I still, I can feel the bullets
Lookin' at this young nigg* that had the nuts to pull it
No remorse, for me, I can feel a head wound
The room is cold, in there, I can see my tomb
I see my son and my daughter and they cryin' with tears
Heaven or Hell, a real nigg* don't show no fear
Chorus x2
Verse 2: Master P
To my in the pent. I feel your pain
And to my in the street we still strapped and chained
Middle fingers up to New Orleans
I hope C and Mac get a motherfkin' pardon
I'm on the block thuggin' with my gettin' paper
I don't give a fk about you hoes or you haters
CP3 is what a nigg* fkin' rep G
Double X-L y'all hoes don't wanna test me
Cuz I ride wit' my , I roll wit' killas
I'm a thug 'til I die, smoke weed, make scrillas (UGGH!!)
It's The New No Limit we gon' scream it
nigg* don't say it if you don't fkin' mean it
Cuz I'm a thug, my daddy he's a thug
My son gon' be a thug, and I'ma die a thug
Chorus x2