TRU (Master P - You Don't Wanna Go 2 War lyrics

[Intro: Master P] What's up all ya'll real soldiers? (Uuunnnggghhh!!!) All ya'll n***as in Baton Rouge. (It's MP, MP! MP) Shreveport. (the muthaf**in colonel) Alabama. (The Colonel!) Kansas. And it's time to salute. (At ease!) North Carolina. South Carolina The first muthaf**in lady of the tank! (on the muthaf**in tank!) The tank! (Feel this!) Detroit. The hardest b**h you ever heard! (the hardest b**h you ever heard) D.C. (Uuunnnggghhh) Mia X! (Mia X!) Mia X! Unlady Like! (Unlady Like!) Unlady Like! [Chorus 3x: Master P] You don't wanna, go to war with a soldier No Limit, TRU n***a, I thought I told ya! [Mia X] Mamma! Four star lady general, picture the tank I represent, get ya bucked, and I ain't to be f**ed with n***a, lyrical, lyrical, ghetto she-devil Below the sea level (New Orleans) chills the illest sista Quick to get ya tangled in my web of gangsta pictures Descriptive vocals, who's the black widow I flow to Red Sea, flooded the rap in the streets, started the week And got my props in and out of bloody cheddar cheese Betta keep yo negativity about No Limit on the under My verbal warfare will shake that a** like thunder I thunder, man, they wanna be bad hoes, so ask yo-self Can you handle any physical encounters with moi? Huh? My thug entourage lives for rollin them blunts Totin them guns, tearin sh** up, what? There is no street b**h, rollin with n***as Flowin with n***as, holdin they own with n***as Like Mama Mia, and her kid sista Lady Smith and Wesson, 9 milli-heata splitta Forever with the, TRU soldiers, till I die We gon ride, smoke weed, and drop lyrical keys [Chorus (2x)] [Master P] ??? Reebok, laced up, strapped with my hardhat Army fatigues, strapped, and I'm ready for combat Fool, I got that ghetto sold like ?Lebanon? And P be the commander, chief, call me the black Sylvester Stallone Eyes ever red, cause I'm gon off that dolja Raise ya guns high if you a No Limit Soldier Fool, till I die, I'm a represent the tank A colonel's any n***a in the ghetto makin bank Gats co*ked for hatas, s**as can't fade us Got n***as representin from Louis, Florida, to Vegas Mississippi to Oklahoma, New Orleans to California Cleveland, Ohio, Atlanta to Tacoma Texas, Evansville, to f** it, Indianapolis, Augusta n***as rowdy, just bout that cabbage Gats TRUed up, gon off that green and hennesy Like Pac say, fool, keep ya f**in eyes on ya enemies I be dunkin n***as in the hood just like Stackhouse I'm known, any n***a in the ghetto Could say "ungh!" and watch hoes pa** out [Chorus (2x)] [C-Murder] b**h I'm breakin bread with muthaf**in k**as And I'm slangin tapes, to muthaf**in drug dealas And I'm representin, No Limit to the fullest TRU n***a till I'm dead, gimme the trigga, I'm gon pull it n***a pa** the weed, cause I'm bout to get high And hatas watch ya a**, cause ya a** is gonna die We be No Limit n***as, and we bout it We come to a club, and get the muthaf**a rowdy b**h, I'm TRUed up, cause I'm in it P is the colonel, I'm the muthaf**in lieutenant Soldiers [Chorus (2x)] [Silkk the Shocker] Ya'll don't wanna go to war Cause I'm off the muthaf**in tank, b**h Ya'll think ya'll could, ya'll can't hang b**h, I'm a tell ya as a fact, ya'll can't, b**h Military mind, or should I say military schemes Count my fly radio ??? pull a hit off in the daytime without bein seen Cause I'm a N-O, L-I, M-I-T soldier I tried and told ya, f** repeatin myself over n***as start runnin, I start bustin, n***as be hidin and duckin You could be off and rushin, I got problems still can touch ya n***a f** ya, no bustas, just soldiers and hustlas I'm good with my gun, but if it jams I resort to my knuckles Cause if you ain't a soldier, then you ain't sh** And if you ain't a soldier, then what's yo purpose, b**h? [Chorus (2x)] [Mystikal] Together we make more noise than clash of the titans Bring mo game than we fightin I done hooked up with the Colonel, give a f** if you like it Keepin b**hes excited, recycle hatas that trifle Get vital with rivals, got hoes awaitin my arrival Call them people for me, I'm on fire Scorchin hot, rhyme thrower, if yo a** get burned, don't hold me liable We move far, can't go to war past 16 toys You know who we are, we No Limit Soldiers we step when we march I want yo respect like a direct order from ?Freestar? n***as get scared when I come through, b**h, I'm expectin five stars b**h ??? never overload rounds to be shot We mercenary soldiers, we can't be stopped! b**h, we soldiers! (Ghetto n***as and b**hes) Soldier, soldier (about face, at ease) All I want to be was a soldier (Now pa** the muthaf**in weed) [Chorus (2X)]