[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]