[Master P]
Whazzup with all y'all Tru n***as
Uuhhh, at ease!
And truettes
Rest of my soldiers out there, Kevin Miller
This ya motherf**in colonel
Rest in peace 2Pac
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***as on the rope, got your ho 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***as in blades
I got them hoes on a raid, because the n***a gettin paid
I've got, n***as from coast, slangin my dope
Got n***as and G's, and rollin keys keys to record sto's
Get paid wit fatals, n***as harder than Cato
n***a turnin the tables, but n***as livin like potatoes
Get chopped up in game, n***as runnin my name
Master P up in chain, is he dead he's a man
But I be bustin, hustlin, n***as ain't trustin
I'm a soldier, that's why n***as ain't trustin
No b**h or no n***a, ho 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***as get cuffed
Ready for combat, my gat with my hard hat
Strapped with my crew and my n***as and all that
Down for whatever, n***as 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***as 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***as
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
Lethal Weapon 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, ho
3rd Ward, I'm from that motherf**in Calliope
Projects supported worldwide by drug dealers
Transformin wimpy a** n***as 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***as, 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***as
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***as
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***as 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***as 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***as wave ya guns, show ya tattoos
Soldiers foe life n***a
Jumpin off the tank
Stay true to the gizame