No Limit Soldiers

Master P
Whazzup with all y'all Tru
Uuhhh, at ease!
And truettes
Rest of my soldiers out there, Kevin Miller
This ya motherfkin colonel
Rest in peace Tupac
of the motherfkin team
And all y'all up there soldiers
Whazzup Big Boz, nigg*!
Master P
I got C-Murder with me
T-Scot
L.D.
Silkk the Shocker
Big Mo
Gangsta T
And you know what?
Big Man

We No Limit soldiers -- I thought I told ya (repeat 6X)
Mr. Serv On
Mia X
KLC
Mo B. d*ck
Craig B
Hope nigg*!
So b*tch get ya mind right -- I thought I told ya (repeat 2X)
Kane and Abel
Skull Duggery
We No Limit soldiers -- I thought I told ya (repeat 2X)
T-R-U
All y'all motherfkin Tru soldiers

Verse One: Master P

nigg*, I'm bustin me locs, but I'm hittin em down with jokes
Y'all on the rope, got your hoe on da scope
girls watching me, jockin me, nigg* blockin me, c*ckin me
Cause I'm the HARDEST motherfker, out here rockin
I got the game in shades, got the in blades
I got them hoes on a raid, because the nigg* gettin paid
I've got, from coast, slangin my dope
Got and G's, and rollin keys keys to record sto's
Get paid wit fatals, harder than Cato
nigg* turnin the tables, but livin like potatoes
Get chopped up in game, runnin my name
Master P up in chain, is he dead he's a man
but I be bustin, hustlin, ain't trustin
I'm a soldier, that's why ain't trustin
no b*tch or no nigg*, hoe or no sucka
Fiend or no clucker, but ready to hustle
With boulders, bigga than yo' shoulders
Runnin from the rollers, gone on that doja
Cause cowards despise, soldiers we ride
Killers with attitudes, but ready to die
Cause chickens get plucked, hoes get fked
Turkeys get stuck, and get cuffed
Ready for combat, my gat with my hard hat
Strapped with my crew and my and all that
Down for whatever, straight rowdy
Ask any motherfker in America they'll tell ya, we bout it
Soldiers out there tech, bustin don't think
Lose ya life if you blink
fkin with them soldiers on the tank, cause

Chorus: Master P

We No Limit soldiers -- I thought I told ya (repeat 8X)

Verse Two: Silkk the Shocker

Let's get ready to rumble, them stumble
Hit em with left blows
fk it got death blows
Ready to got to war? Let's go!
We killas and realas, drug dealers and killers, fk it
No Limit soldiers, close your eyes
Now picture me foldin dollar bills
I stay fkin Tru, nigg* fk it, nigg* do ya
nigg* I come to life and I scare all y'all bustas like Freddy Kruger
Gangstafied nigg*, true to the game nigg*
Stay fkin pullin triggas, fk up all y'all
Cause I'm so fkin T-R-U, representin I thought you knew
Cause killas killas killas
that's all I be around, nigg* fkin fool
About face, this No Limit soldier
One to the two to the three (hah hah)
nigg* I tried to told ya
Everybody quiet.... while I load up this rifle (attention!)
Now all my soldiers start fightin
It's time -- to go deep cover
Get to whoopin like Danny Glover, smother like jelly
Really, go deep like Jim Kelly
fk it, all y'all bustas open up y'all belly
Think we playin b*tch, well we ain't
I heard we had drama motherfker
Put up the Benz and now we drive the tank
Cause all I want to be was a soldier
All I want to be was a soldier, soldier

Chorus 1/2

Verse Three: C-Murder

I'm a No Limit motherfkin soldier till I die
We run this place, and I say the same s**t, with a gun up in my face
I ain't scared to die, b*tch like I said before, hoe
3rd Ward, I'm from that motherfkin Calliope
Projects supported worldwide by drug dealers
Transformin wimpy as* into killers
Taking over, worldwide, doin shows oversea
Bringing girls to the telly, put them hoes upon they knees
Gangstafied, like my motherfkin homies Kane and Abel
No Limit, the world's number one fkin rap label (worldwide)
Competition get smoked like we smokin blunts
I take a playa hata and knock out his fkin fronts
Dope slanga, now I'm slangin CD's
A million records (platinum), it used to be some quarter keys
TRU tattooed on my back b*tch thats my click
Ready to hop into some motherfkin gangsta s**t
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real , put ya guns up if ya feel me
But if ya talk s**t, b*tch ya betta kill me
Like Skull I'm a hoodlum 4 life, I told ya
We be some motherfkin No Limit TRU soldiers

Chorus 1/2

Verse Four: Mia X

Hard times got my mind on c*ck, and massive thoughts be the plot
Top priorities the family dope and royalty
My loyalty, fiends with a gang of true
No colors, just a bunch of ignorant motherfkers
Trust my pen is an infa-red
Hollow-tips be my lyrics dipped in venom when I send em
they split ya head (pssssh) wide open
My rhymes on fire blood, but you can't smoke ne'er a one
Don't try to come, don't even touch the mic
My s**t so tight, it's more correct than right, when I recite
absolutely, you booty-ass hoes and
Perpetratin behind water gun triggers
Hurry up and figure out that studio Gotti's catch hotties to the mouth
Who got that clout, don't act surprised cause it's that b*tch from the South
Mia X hoes, you don't want no problems
Get so much respect, even yo' call me momma, the biggest one
to come stompin out the N.O., the crescent
Testin, chin-checkin, wreckin when I'm flexin on your WHOLE crew
Who wants to go to war with this lyrical arsenist
Ya talkin s**t, I'll having ya runnin for the thesaurus, cause I'm walkin wit
the big dogs without hesitation, Unlady Like as ever
Full of, verbal annhilation
Escaping, po-po's chasin, want ta catch me but they cain't
I made em think, and now they too scared to run up on the tank
No Limit, you can start it, but we is the hardest
to deal wit, keeps the steel, and the plastics to peel wit
in reach, so we can touch yo' ass
And leave a bout it scarf on ya face, we soldiers

Chorus 3/4

I thought I told ya
TRU wave ya guns, show ya tattoos
Soldiers foe life nigg*
Jumpin off the tank
Stay true to the gizame