Tru - No Limit Soldiers lyrics

[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