No Limit Soldiers Lyrics

[Master P]
Whazzup with all y'all Tru niggaz
Uuhhh, at ease!
And truettes
Rest of my soldiers out there, Kevin Miller
This ya motherf*ckin colonel
Rest in peace Tupac
of the motherf*ckin team
And all y'all up there soldiers
Whazzup Big Boz, nigga!
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 [x6]
Mr. Serv On
Mia X
KLC
Mo B. Dick
Craig B
Hope nigga!
So bitch get ya mind right - I thought I told ya [x2]
Kane and Abel
Skull Duggery
We No Limit soldiers - I thought I told ya [x2]
T-R-U
All y'all motherf*ckin Tru soldiers

[Verse One: Master P]

Nigga, I'm bustin me locs, but I'm hittin em down with jokes
Y'all niggaz on the rope, got your hoe on da scope
Bitches watching me, jockin me, nigga blockin me, cockin me
Cause I'm the HARDEST motherf*cker, out here rockin
I got the game in shades, got the niggaz in blades
I got them hoes on a raid, because the nigga gettin paid
I've got, niggaz from coast, slangin my dope
Got niggaz and G's, and rollin keys keys to record sto's
Get paid wit fatals, niggaz harder than Cato
Nigga turnin the tables, but niggaz livin like potatoes
Get chopped up in game, niggaz runnin my name
Master P up in chain, is he dead he's a man
but I be bustin, hustlin, niggaz ain't trustin
I'm a soldier, that's why niggaz ain't trustin
no bitch or no nigga, hoe or no sucka
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
Killers with attitudes, but ready to die
Cause chickens get plucked, hoes get f*cked
Turkeys get stuck, and niggaz get cuffed
Ready for combat, my gat with my hard hat
Strapped with my crew and my niggaz and all that
Down for whatever, niggaz straight rowdy
Ask any motherf*cker in America they'll tell ya, we bout it
Soldiers out there tech, bustin don't think
Lose ya life if you blink
f*ckin with them soldiers on the tank, cause

[Chorus: Master P]

We No Limit soldiers - I thought I told ya [x8]

[Verse Two: Silkk the Shocker]

Let's get ready to rumble, them niggaz stumble
Hit em with left blows
f*ck it got death blows
Ready to got to war? Let's go!
We killas and realas, drug dealers and killers, f*ck it
No Limit soldiers, close your eyes
Now picture me foldin dollar bills
I stay f*ckin Tru, nigga f*ck it, nigga do ya
Nigga I come to life and I scare all y'all bustas like Freddy Kruger
Gangstafied nigga, true to the game nigga
Stay f*ckin pullin triggas, f*ck up all y'all niggaz
Cause I'm so f*ckin T-R-U, representin I thought you knew
Cause killas killas killas
that's all I be around, nigga f*ckin fool
About face, this No Limit soldier
One to the two to the three (hah hah)
Nigga 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*ck it, all y'all bustas open up y'all belly
Think we playin bitch, well we ain't
I heard we had drama motherf*cker
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*ckin soldier till I die
We run this place, and I say the same shit, with a gun up in my face
I ain't scared to die, bitch like I said before, hoe
3rd Ward, I'm from that motherf*ckin Calliope
Projects supported worldwide by drug dealers
Transformin wimpy ass niggaz into killers
Taking over, worldwide, doin shows oversea
Bringing bitches to the telly, put them hoes upon they knees
Gangstafied, like my motherf*ckin homies Kane and Abel
No Limit, the world's number one f*ckin rap label (worldwide)
Competition get smoked like we smokin blunts
I take a playa hata and knock out his f*ckin 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 bitch thats my click
Ready to hop into some motherf*ckin gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggaz, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But if ya talk shit, bitch ya betta kill me
Like Skull I'm a hoodlum 4 life, I told ya
We be some motherf*ckin No Limit TRU soldiers

[Chorus 1/2]

[Verse Four: Mia X]

Hard times got my mind on cock, and massive thoughts be the plot
Top priorities the family dope and royalty
My loyalty, fiends with a gang of true niggaz
No colors, just a bunch of ignorant motherf*ckers
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 shit so tight, it's more correct than right, when I recite
absolutely, you booty-ass hoes and niggaz
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 bitch from the South
Mia X hoes, you don't want no problems
Get so much respect, even yo' niggaz 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 shit, 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 niggaz is the hardest
to deal wit, keeps the steel, and the plastics to peel wit
in reach, so we can touch yo' ass
And leave a bout it scarf on ya face, we soldiers

[Chorus 3/4]

I thought I told ya
TRU niggaz wave ya guns, show ya tattoos
Soldiers foe life nigga
Jumpin off the tank
Stay true to the gizam

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