
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