4x: Mmm Mmmmmm
 [Mac]
 Soldier rag on my eye  soldier fit on my frame
 I scream  "Whoa" when I come through makin that MAC 11 sang
 If I'm dyin bad  don't tell my folks  I wasn't no joke when I blasted
 Wrap me up in camoflauge  and put that tank on my casket
 That nigga was hip hop  that nigga was gangsta
 That nigga was tall  that nigga was slim
 That nigga was shell shocked  you wouldn't want fuck with him
 I hung with killas, I hung with soldiers, I hung with Gs
 I hung with thugs, I hung with them niggas who probably wanted to murder
 me
 Fuckas, I cross my heart and pull the trigger
 Dear God if I die, let me see the eyes of my killa, so I can haunt that
 nigga
 Poppa shot me through the rubber
 He knew that I would be a young bad muthafucka
 When I

 Chorus (2x): Murder, murder (murder, murder)
 Kill, kill (kill, kill)
 Shit's real (shit's real)
 On the battlefield (on the battlefield)

 [Mystikal]
 I said I'm sick and tired of tellin you niggas I'm not that nigga to
 play with
 They thinkin that they can tell me whatever they want and I ain't gon
 say shit
 I guess I'm supposed to be lettin you call me bitches and hoes to my
 face
 Just look at ya, let ya fuck over me, ignore ya, then go by my way
 Cut it out, stop that, unless ya got that feelin
 However, wherever, whenever ya ready, I'm that nigga