No Limit Soldiers

作曲 : Master P/Silkk the Shocker/C-Murder

Whazzup with all y'all tru mother****ers

Uuhhh, at ease!

And truettes

Rest of my soldiers out there, kevin miller

This ya mother****ing colonel

Rest in peace tupac

Of the mother****ing team

And all y'all up there soldiers

Whazzup big boz, mother****er!

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. ****er

Craig b

Hope ****ers

So ****ers 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 mother****in tru soldier

Verse one: master p

Bitch, i'm bustin me locs, but i'm hittin em down with joke

Y'all ****ers on the rope, got your hoe on da scop

****ing watching me, jockin me, ****ers blockin me, ****in m

Cause i'm the hardest mother****er, out here rocki

I got the game in shades, got the ****ers in blade

I got them hoes on a raid, because the ****er gettin pai

I've got, ****ers from coast, slangin my shi

Got ****ers and g's, and rollin keys keys to record sto'

Get paid wit fatals, ****ers harder than cat

****ers turnin the tables, but ****ers livin like potatoe

Get chopped up in game, ****ers runnin my nam

Master p up in chain, is he dead he's a man

But i be bustin, hustlin, mother****ers ain't trustin

I'm a soldier, that's why mother****ers ain't trustin

No bitches or no bastards, 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 ****ed

Turkeys get stuck, and mother****ers get cuffed

Ready for combat, my gat with my hard hat

Strapped with my crew and my mother****ers and all that

Down for whatever, mother****ers straight rowdy

Ask any mother****er in america they'll tell ya, we bout it

Soldiers out there tech, bustin don't think

Lose ya life if you blink

****ing 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 mother****ers stumble

Hit em with left blows

Mother****er it got death blows

Ready to got to war?　let's go!

We killas and realas, drug dealers and killers, mother****er it

No limit soldiers, close your eyes

Now picture me foldin dollar bills

I stay ****ing tru, mother****er mother****er it, mother****ers do ya

Mother****er i come to life and i scare all y'all bustas like freddy kruger

Gangstafied mother****ers, true to the game mother****er

Stay ****ing pullin triggas, mother****ing up all y'all mother****ers

Cause i'm so ****ing t-r-u, representin i thought you knew

Cause killas killas killas

That's all i be around, mother****ers mother****ing fool

About face, this no limit soldier

One to the two to the three (hah hah)

Mother****er 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

Mother****er it, all y'all bustas open up y'all belly

Think we playin mother****ers, well we ain't

I heard we had drama mother****ers

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 mother****ing soldier till i die

We run this place, and i say the same mother****ing shit, with a gun up in my face

I ain't scared to die, mother****er like i said before, hoe

3rd ward, i'm from that mother****ing calliope

Projects supported worldwide by drug dealers

Transformin wimpy ass mother****ers into killers

Taking over, worldwide, doin shows oversea

Bringing bitches to the telly, put them hoes upon they knees

Gangstafied, like my mother****ing homies kane and abel

No limit, the world's number one mother****ing rap label (worldwide)

Competition get smoked like we smokin blunts

I take a playa hata and knock out his ****in front

**** slanga, now i'm slangin cd's

A million records (platinum), it used to be some quarter keys

Tru tattooed on my back mother****er thats my click

Ready to hop into some mother****ing gangsta shit

I say no limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody

Organized by p or should i say, john gotti

Real mother****ers, put ya guns up if ya feel me

But if ya talk shit, **** you betta kill me

Like skull i'm a hoodlum 4 life, i told ya

We be some mother****ing no limit tru soldiers

Chorus 1/2

Verse four: mia x

Hard times got my mind on mother****ers, and massive thoughts be the plot

Top priorities the family mother****ers and royalty

My loyalty, fiends with a gang of true mother****ers

No colors, just a bunch of ignorant mother****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 shit so tight, it's more correct than

right, when i recite

Absolutely, you booty-ass hoes and mother****ers

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 mother****er from the south

Mia x hoes, you don't want no problems

Get so much respect, even yo' mother****ers 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 mother****ers 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 mother****ers wave ya guns, show ya tattoos

Soldiers foe life mother****er

Jumpin off the tank

Stay true to the gizame