(feat. TRU (Master P, C-Murder, Silkk) and Mystikal)



What's up all ya'll real soldiers? (Uuunnnggghhh!!!)

All ya'll niggaz in Baton Rouge. (It's MP, MP! MP)

Shreveport. (the muthafuckin colonel)

Alabama. (The Colonel!)

Kansas. And it's time to salute. (At ease!)

North Carolina. South Carolina.

The first muthafuckin lady of the tank!

(on the muthafuckin tank!) The tank! (Feel this!)

Detroit. The hardest bitch you ever heard!

(the hardest bitch you ever heard) D.C. (Uuunnnggghhh) Mia X!

(Mia X!) Mia X! Unlady Like! (Unlady Like!) Unlady Like!



[Chorus: x3]



You don't wanna, go to war with a soldier

No Limit, TRU nigga, I thought I told ya!



[Mia X]

Mamma! Four star lady general, picture the tank

I represent, get ya bucked, and I ain't to be fucked with

Nigga, lyrical, lyrical, ghetto she-devil

Below the sea level (New Orleans) chills the illest sista

Quick to get ya tangled in my web of gangsta pictures

Descriptive vocals, who's the black widow I flow to

Red Sea, flooded the rap in the streets, started the week

And got my props in and out of bloody cheddar cheese

Betta keep yo negativity about No Limit on the under

My verbal warfare will shake that ass like thunder

I thunder, man, they wanna be bad hoes, so ask yo-self, 

Can you handle any physical encounters with moi?

Huh? My thug entourage lives for rollin them blunts, 

Totin them guns, tearin shit up, what? 

There is no street bitch, rollin with niggas, 

Flowin with niggas, holdin they own with niggas

Like Mama Mia, and her kid sista

Lady Smith and Wesson, 9 milli-heata splitta

Forever with the, TRU soldiers, till I die

We gon ride, smoke weed, and drop lyrical keys



[Chorus x2]



[Master P]

??? Reebok, laced up, strapped with my hardhat

Army fatigues, strapped, and I'm ready for combat

Fool, I got that ghetto sold like ?Lebanon?

And P be the commander, chief, call me the black Sylvester Stallone

Eyes ever red, cause I'm gon off that dolja

Raise ya guns high if you a No Limit Soldier

Fool, till I die, I'm a represent the tank,

A colonel's any nigga in the ghetto makin bank

Gats cocked for hatas, suckas can't fade us

Got niggaz representin from Louis, Florida, to Vegas

Mississippi to Oklahoma, New Orleans to California

Cleveland, Ohio, Atlanta to Tacoma

Texas, Evansville, to fuck it, Indianapolis, Augusta

Niggaz rowdy, just bout that cabbage,

Gats TRUed up, gon off that green  and hennesy

Like Pac say, fool, keep ya fuckin eyes on ya enemies

I be dunkin niggaz in the hood just like Stackhouse

I'm known, any nigga in the ghetto

could say "ungh!" and watch hoes pass out



[Chorus x2]



[C-Murder]

Bitch I'm breakin bread with muthafuckin killas

And I'm slangin tapes, to muthafuckin drug dealas

And I'm representin, No Limit to the fullest

TRU nigga till I'm dead, gimme the trigga, I'm gon pull it

Nigga pass the weed, cause I'm bout to get high

And hatas watch ya ass, cause ya ass is gonna die

We be No Limit niggaz, and we bout it

We come to a club, and get the muthafucka rowdy

Bitch, I'm TRUed up, cause I'm in it

P is the colonel, I'm the muthafuckin lieutenant

Soldiers



[Chorus x2]



[Silkk]

Ya'll don't wanna go to war

Cause I'm off the muthafuckin tank, bitch

Ya'll think ya'll could, ya'll can't hang

Bitch, I'm a tell ya as a fact, ya'll can't, bitch

Military mind, or should I say military schemes

Count my fly radio ??? pull a hit off in the daytime without bein seen

Cause I'm a N-O, L-I, M-I-T soldier

I tried and told ya, fuck repeatin myself over

Niggaz start runnin, I start bustin, niggaz be hidin and duckin

You could be off and rushin, I got problems still can touch ya

Nigga fuck ya, no bustas, just soldiers and hustlas

I'm good with my gun, but if it jams I resort to my knuckles

Cause if you ain't a soldier, then you ain't shit

And if you ain't a soldier, then what's yo purpose, bitch?



[Chorus x2]



[Mystikal]

Together we make more noise than clash of the titans

Bring mo game than we fightin

I done hooked up with the Colonel, give a fuck if you like it

Keepin bitches excited, recycle hatas that trifle,

Get vital with rivals, got hoes awaitin my arrival

Call them people for me, I'm on fire

Scorchin hot, rhyme thrower, if yo ass get burned, don't hold me liable

We move far, can't go to war past 16 toys

You know who we are, we No Limit Soldiers we step when we march

I want yo respect like a direct order from ?Freestar?

Niggaz get scared when I come through, bitch, I'm expectin five stars

Bitch ??? never overload rounds to be shot

We mercenary soldiers, we can't be stopped!

Bitch, we soldiers!



(Ghetto niggaz and bitches)

Soldier, soldier (about face, at ease)

All I want to be was a soldier

(Now pass the muthafuckin weed)



[Chorus x2]