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Master P/C-Murder
Chorus
Where them at
Where them at
There them go
Master P
Uhhhhh
fk it, let's get em x4
C-Murder
I'm a motherfking soldier
b*tch I thought I told ya, I smoke your as* like doja
mad cause my tapes selling like crack
Sold a million records, not one disc came back
You know, I gotta repre fkin sent
My ghetto got me getting paid like the president
But TRU don't yap about it (yap about it)
But when I do some gangsta s**t, you know I gotta rap about it
I left the dope on the motherfking table
The feds mad cause we the number one rap label
No Limit records made history in this b*tch
And it's a myth on how ghetto getting rich
The whole world say they bout it bout it
I drop this ghetto s**t, and get my thug rowdy
My tank dogs coming through, where them at
Ready to hit em, P, pass me them thangs, let me get em
Chorus x4
Magic
P man, pass me them thangs and let me get em
I be d*mned if I don't kill a nigg*
they shouldn't be fkin with ya
They don't respect a fking soldier
They gonna roll or get rolled over, or get fked over
Now I may be the first to go with, but you best believe
Thirty came out here to get us, thirty gonna bleed
I'm here to protect and serve my tank dogs
and any nigg* that fk with us
Colonel, get ready to go to war, I'm hitting hard
A made nigg*, that's why they call me mister Magic
Busting that that try it, Magic and laugh
I'm military minding, I don't second guess
Click clack blast, erasing , it's all bad
Chorus x4
Master P
nigg* I ride for scrilla, hang with dealers
Daddy wasnt home so I rode with them killers
And thug high off hennesey and weed
Tatoos and oz's, invested in CD's
Now the feds wanna see me dead
Independent, black owned and teaching other how to get paid
Ran with some gangs, bank for some change
Third ward don't play no fking games
Me and Silkk, C-Murder, we killers
Plus Magic together, a world of TRU
Taking over this rap game
It's No Limit for life, lights out I'm the trigger man
(bang, bang, bang, bang)
OK, I'm reloading. Ha ha.
I told yall, No Limit , we mercenary soldiers.
We don't talk, we don't rap about .
We all about getting our motherfking paper.
A coward dies a million deaths, but a soldier only dies once nigg*.
Real , they play the motherfking game they don't talk nigg*.
Ha ha, yall fake as* , yall think about it.
Rapping for the motherfking white folks.
We independent black owned nigg*.
Ghetto , ha.
Real and girls unite. Ha ha.
fk fifteen percent nigg*, I want the whole motherfking wallet.
Talk to the I feed nigg* if you got problems