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Silkk The Shocker, Master P., Mr. Serv-On, C-Murder, Fiend, Mia X, Big ED & Magic-No Limit Soldiers II

Album: No Limit Records Greatest Hits Durasi: 5:14

Oh yeah, what it's Christmas time nigga?

Well motherfuckin' merry Christmas and happy new years nigga, ha-ha

Y'all didn't think we was gon' do it again? Hah nigga what?

M.P. be my name, from the ghetto to fame

Got to make 'em say uh (uhh!) and the world screamin my name

From every soldier soldierette, from every killer to cadet

Playa haters get wet, true niggas march, playas step!

We no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya

We no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya

No, no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya

We no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya

I'm a motherfuckin' no limit soldier, it's a mystery

How a young black thug done made history

We true niggas, on the rise, and we gon' ball 'til we fall

Two shots, for my dead niggas on the wall

Captain, of a bunch of ghetto millionaires on the rise

And much respect like the motherfuckin' wise

Got true tattooed on my back and my armhole

And represent the South third, or the ghetto

I was raised in the streets like cocked

Nines, or spray paint and stop signs

Squeezers gettin' rocked down, needles, or the white lines

Second lines, petty crimes down, to a dome call

All from a phone call, I done been through it all

What you forgot my name Fiend, and I don't fuck around

And soldiers show they body rotted, when I come around

I'm Mr., Womp Womp, the one that's tighter than some new J's

About gettin' some two-play, it's gon' be funky for a few days

We no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya

We no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya

Y'all remember me? I'm the one they call Mr. Magic

40 Leads to succeed, but now I'm back to let you have it

Now I'm movin' on, you can't stop this tank I'm with

You fuck with me, P guarantee bitch yo' head gon' split

Aww shit, who make y'all scream the loudest? Who 'bout it?

That only Master P boys can get rowdy rowdy and 'bout it 'bout it

Respect the tank or get yo' ass rolled over

But is 220 pounds, nine ball bulldozer

You better believe you know me the one that spill everything out

The nigga that'll snap yo' motherfuckin' neck

If you ain't got no motherfuckin' respect

The soldier that been holdin' back for years

'Cause niggas scared of my motherfuckin' bite

But P done loosened up the straps and believe me nigga

You ain't leavin' this motherfucker 'til everybody fight

Even if you don't want to I'ma hit you, punch you, kick you

I'm the rowdest motherfucker in this

Bitch and I'd love to get with you

Fuck you, I'm wearin' these letters across my stomach to show loyalty

If you don't respect our number one authority bitch

You gon' be a casualty bitch, I'm a soldier

Roundin' up my soldiers, scoopin' up my warriors

Mobbin' with these no limit true shot callers

Street brawlers, all us, nigga don't fuck around

We ain't gon' tear your club up, boy we gon' shut the bitch down

Lyrically I drown soldier haters, I'm a lady alligator

Take ya shake ya then bake ya, split ya decision maker

Quaker, fire starters, comin' harder than your father's fist

Maybe caught your momma with her lips around a neighbor's dick

It's the, same bitch, y'all know her, momma drama

Mia X hoes, y'all don't want no problems, we soldiers

We no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya

We no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya

I hit you with the, left right left, then a roundhouse kick

Nigga make some room back up back up '

'Bout to get, right up in this bitch

Me get the (Sass on) watch me get my (Blast on)

Then I (Smash on) with my (Mask on)

Full grown, get your brains blown, with my infamous spit

Then I fuck the shit out yo' lady with my infamous dick

Get 'em up, hit 'em up, my entourage, in camouflage

When you hear (uh-oh ooh) get the fuck out and dodge

Mr. N-O, M-I, M-I to the T

Second in command when I get my demand for the person to stop it is P

No tattle tale, bitches I have killed, I grab steel

Soldier from start, no feelin boy, killer left my heart

On the battlefield, nigga fuck y'all want?

Comin' through spittin', come through

Hittin', so y'all niggas hit the deck

Bullets come through flippin', hit your nigga

So now I'm comin to get you next

Nigga, trained for combat, bomb on contact, nigga we don't play, fair

Y'all been warned! It's on y'all, y'all stay there

You can tell we some soldiers (we strike like lightning)

You can tell we some soldiers

(when I say aah Everybody starts to fightin', told ya!)

We no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya

We no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya

No, no-no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya

We no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya

Left right left right, motherfucker I been tight

Runnin' from the rip fire comin from my whip pipe

Bullet wound pistol blade motherfucker fist fight

Hidin' in the tent with a motherfuckin' chem light

There go the tank (here comes the ride)

Throwin' grenades (get on the ground)

You might just get up without your head

You lookin for trouble then that what you found

Take a long time with the rhymes tryin to find

These niggas ain't tryin to respect our mind

Want shooters and stabbers and kickers and cutters

But can't fuck with us, when we combined

Hit you every time put your foot on the mine

Time, metal when the time explode

Don't matter how you put it when you tell a nigga 'bout me

Let it be known I'm a motherfuckin' soldier

We no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya

We no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya

No, no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya

We no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya

No, no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya

We no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya

We no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya (Bitch get your mind right)

We no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya (Bitch get your mind right)