Born To Be A Soldier

(Intro Master P)
What's up and girls.
It's the muth*fkin kisarme.
It's No Limit, Master P.
Im'a introduce y'all to the muth*fkin,
one of the hardest liuetenants on the tank, Mystikal.
We was all born to be soldiers.
See, these evil thoughts,
they was scarred into our muth*fkin souls from these wars,
the streets, the ghetto, the hood. The ghetto.

Chorus: X 7

Master P
b*tch, I'm a soldier!
Mystikal
I was born to be a soldier!

Mystikal
Ah, ATTEN!
Hoo! muth*fkas don't you move
I got what is takes to make your as* feel (?)
You don't wanna rest in this parade
No Limit soldiers throwin grenades!
Strictly, heavy artillery, calm and gunnin
I got your ground troops runnin from INCOMING!
Go, go go go, the future caliber
Bout to rip your (?) vest, split your capita
The be marchin in the land camp
b*tch we ghetto soldiers, the streets is what made us!
No LVE's, no MRE's
But we kill our enemies, and drive humvees!

Chorus X 5

Master P
Born, to be, a muth*fkin soldier
The colonel don't play, I'm out that tank
Money in the bank, make thank
At ease when we rank, salute cause we cap
Fools run they trap, soldiers bust caps
Fools die a million deaths, solider dies once
Put that on my gold keys, my gat, and my blunt
Candy painted hummer, triple gold D's
We bout it, eyes on our CREAM cause we rowdy
Battle kicked advil, load they carriages
Weapons on the mayor of the cash cause I know character
I'm ready to bust keys, (?)
are fkin, slanging them trees
They gon die in New Orleans

Chorus X 4

Silkk
I came out the muth*fkin womb, wanna combat tank
My ghetto antics, my ghetto tactics
I smack quick, stick another gat nigg* to your as* and acrobatic
nigg* what? Black, my M-16, is black b*tch
I was born to drop phat s**t
Punk your as* like a sac b*tch
Yeah, I keep a gat b*tch (?) I react quick
Blow them soldiers, told ya, and that's it
But see, I set my s**t off like a punt (Go, T, Go)
We roll, I said we roll like a muth*fkin blunt
See, don't come stunt and don't try to front
I'm Silkk the Shocker, I sn*tch your as* like a muth*fkin duck
I put on my camoflauge nigg*, straight up my fkin boot
Why would a muth*fka who ain't TRU laugh at old shoot
About face, salute!
Tell I'ma soldier, by the way I talk
Tell I'ma soldier, by the way I march (Right, left, left)
I was born to be a soldier!

Chorus X 4

Fiend
Bringin bags and weed
Lil Fiend live by the soldiers creed
Of broken no seed in the botton pockets of my fatigues
War fatigues, playing live chess games with the chain
(?) at the gun range, cause I'll bring pain
When I'm playing survival games, that's why I sport a vest
But are put to rest, but got them right tatted on my chest
I was best on my recon, started harm and dis
The war from this, is that Fiend was born from this
Scarred from this, so all the armies now go hide
Cause the crime design, stay from nine to five
Enemies retire, and the bigger go up, till my gun show up
No Limit soldiers, the world blow up!

Chorus X 3

Mac
Assassin, soldier, sniper, murderer
Son of a b*tch, arsonist, house burglarer
Been there, done most before the sun rose
We changin clothes, when the po po's chase
Narrow with the bass, got them hoes all in my face
And them fake hate, so I started different ways
And even when I'm dead and gone
My legacy'll live on
Tatoo me on your arm and tell he got his rhyme on
Murder murder kill killin and s**t that I spit
For lunatics who be feelin this s**t
Put the gat in my face, I never squeal, nigg* keep it real
Pops gave me the game, bout to bag a feel
We attack like the Men in Black
You react, if you got a gat
I'll never die, camoflauge in my vein
I'll never change in the purple rain
My name manifest pain, I'm a soldier

Chorus X 8