[Master P]
Whoah! Oh No! Don't be scared!
It aint over til its over n***a.
A good soldier prepare for war in a time of piece ya heard me?
Where my n***as at? OVER HERE WHODI!
Where my b**hes at? OVER HERE WHODI!
I want ya'll to raise them motherf**in soldia rags high ya heard me?!
What?!
[Chorus X2]
n***a it don't get no better, me and my souljas gonna stick together
Rich or poor, poor or rich, No Limit is da army and we wont quit
[Master P]
I see a lot of thugs souljas lose they boots in tha mud
He was only 19, now he doin time for d**
Now aint that a b**h, lil' shorty used to rhyme
But now he sittin in a cell droppin quarters, nickels & dimes
Once your dawg gone, then tha cat gonna play
I seen lil momma in tha club shakin that a** everyday
Now she telling me she need some milk for the kids
Now if that wasn't my dawg, u know a player'd be hittin it
See some of these hoes are b**hes too
And I would front on my dogs for no b**hes or no loot
[Chorus X2]
[Black Felon]
What? What? What? What?
My definition of riches is much different
Make it hard to swallow
But I'm vicious, and who gonna stand in front of this 200 lb Rottweiler?
My mission, no competition, k**'em all like roaches
Wit more n***as on my team, and we all some soldiers
I'm re-adjustin you n***a's focus, ya'll see tha game crooked
No n***a that I know could take tha game where I took it
Black Felon still yellin habitual offender
Ya'll n***az better keep a distance from the rath of this blender
I was born without a heart, so I live off game
If I get tempted then I can flip it, n***a I breath pain
[Chorus X3]