[master p]
Whazzup with all y'all tru n***az
Uuhhh, at ease!
And truettes
Rest of my soldiers out there, kevin miller
This ya motherf**in colonel
Rest in peace tupac
Of the motherf**in team
And all y'all up there soldiers
Whazzup big boz, n***a!
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. dick
Craig b
Hope n***a!
So b**h 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 motherf**in tru soldiers
Verse one: master p
n***a, i'm bustin me locs, but i'm hittin em down with jokes
Y'all n***az on the rope, got your hoe on da scope
b**hes watching me, jockin me, n***a blockin me, co*kin me
Cause i'm the hardest motherf**er, out here rockin
I got the game in shades, got the n***az in blades
I got them hoes on a raid, because the n***a gettin paid
I've got, n***az from coast, slangin my dope
Got n***az and g's, and rollin keys keys to record sto's
Get paid wit fatals, n***az harder than cato
n***a turnin the tables, but n***az livin like potatoes
Get chopped up in game, n***az runnin my name
Master p up in chain, is he dead he's a man
But i be bustin, hustlin, n***az ain't trustin
I'm a soldier, that's why n***az ain't trustin
No b**h or no n***a, hoe or no s**a
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
k**ers with attitudes, but ready to die
Cause chickens get plucked, hoes get f**ed
Turkeys get stuck, and n***az get cuffed
Ready for combat, my gat with my hard hat
Strapped with my crew and my n***az and all that
Down for whatever, n***az straight rowdy
Ask any motherf**er in america they'll tell ya, we bout it
Soldiers out there tech, bustin don't think
Lose ya life if you blink
f**in 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 n***az stumble
Hit em with left blows
f** it got d**h blows
Ready to got to war? let's go!
We k**as and realas, drug dealers and k**ers, f** it
No limit soldiers, close your eyes
Now picture me foldin dollar bills
I stay f**in tru, n***a f** it, n***a do ya
n***a i come to life and i scare all y'all bustas like freddy kruger
Gangstafied n***a, true to the game n***a
Stay f**in pullin triggas, f** up all y'all n***az
Cause i'm so f**in t-r-u, representin i thought you knew
Cause k**as k**as k**as
That's all i be around, n***a f**in fool
About face, this no limit soldier
One to the two to the three (hah hah)
n***a 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
f** it, all y'all bustas open up y'all belly
Think we playin b**h, well we ain't
I heard we had drama motherf**er
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 motherf**in soldier till i die
We run this place, and i say the same sh**, with a gun up in my face
I ain't scared to die, b**h like i said before, hoe
3rd ward, i'm from that motherf**in calliope
Projects supported worldwide by drug dealers
Transformin wimpy a** n***az into k**ers
Taking over, worldwide, doin shows oversea
Bringing b**hes to the telly, put them hoes upon they knees
Gangstafied, like my motherf**in homies kane and abel
No limit, the world's number one f**in rap label (worldwide)
Competition get smoked like we smokin blunts
I take a playa hata and knock out his f**in 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**h thats my click
Ready to hop into some motherf**in gangsta sh**
I say no limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by p or should i say, john gotti
Real n***az, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But if ya talk sh**, b**h ya betta k** me
Like skull i'm a hoodlum 4 life, i told ya
We be some motherf**in no limit tru soldiers
Chorus 1/2
Verse four: mia x
Hard times got my mind on co*k, and ma**ive thoughts be the plot
Top priorities the family dope and royalty
My loyalty, fiends with a gang of true n***az
No colors, just a bunch of ignorant motherf**ers
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 sh** so tight, it's more correct than right, when i recite
Absolutely, you booty-a** hoes and n***az
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**h from the south
Mia x hoes, you don't want no problems
Get so much respect, even yo' n***az 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 sh**, 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 n***az is the hardest
To deal wit, keeps the steel, and the plastics to peel wit
In reach, so we can touch yo' a**
And leave a bout it scarf on ya face, we soldiers
Chorus 3/4
I thought i told ya
Tru n***az wave ya guns, show ya tattoos
Soldiers foe life n***a
Jumpin off the tank
Stay true to the gizame