bitch we ain't your standard his and hers rap duo 

Mystikal, Mia X, who the fuck you take us for 



you better cover your nose cause rhyme flows run like diahrrea

burn like gonorrhea, that's me and mama Mia.....X

explicit mistress, unlady like diva

you gonna know when you see her

you stack like you don't know

now we run this motherfucker

that's what them No Limit Soldiers

done this motherfucker

ain't no stopping us now, long way from finished

just gettin started, gaining momentum

see our faces on magazines, hear our music at parties

movies and videos, it's kind of hard to avoid us

how many motherfuckers try to come out the south and don't sell out

make up all the money, take up all the clout







Mystikal, Mia X we got clout

Mystikal, Mia X

Mystikal, Mia X

Mystikal, Mia X who the fuck you take us for  







tank mama (who) mama (mia) drama (what) biggest (mama) mama (who) ya'll know Mia

my rhymes are the pins in all the voo doo dolls

got your earholes hexed, Mrs. X I come to set it off

with the unpredictable big ole (whooo)

crooked like a roach leg dick nigga Mystikal 

and they knows who got the clout all that

on that nigga and that broad with the tanks around they necks 

we connect like infra-red dots and can't be stopped

collosols in this game check the billboard spots, we on top

but chatter knocks and ice rocks they can't wait

that's why these No Limit Soldiers always break street date

fakers hate yet they smile kissin ass no doubt

but two faces get you punched them both in your mouth

who got the clout, no need to answers that

it's not a matter of who, it's a matter of fact

We got the clout











(biggest momma and that nigga Mystikal) 

(don't hold on your chest, Bitch let it go)

whoa, we got tornadoes, nigga spinnin that ass no doubt

we got the hook up, we bout it bringin the world to the south

(never gon bounce off the billboard count)

(No Limit in there, how they do that there)

yeah, you can give me trigger man and that hard shit

and Mama Mia still gon stay up on her guard bitch

(gettin rich makin hits to the filthy dirty)

(Bitch I'm almost 30, we livin like we slangin birdies)

you heard me, you heard him you know what we bout

you know you can't doubt that we got the clout

(Bitch we got the clout)