{Master P talking}
 oh yeah you see this soldier thing we take this thing serious
 you gotta be real to be a soldier
 you gotta keep it tru eal
 Ghetto Commission  Mystikal  and Master P
 this to all the soldiers out there and soldierettes

 Chorus:
 I'm a soulja [soulja]
 on this battlefield I'll die
 and im wanted [wanted]
 dead or alive
 I'm a soulja [soulja]
 in the steel tank I ride
 and im wanted [wanted]
 dead or alive

 {Master P}
 2 years flat [ughhhh]
 but im back on my feet
 and I hustle with the homies
 cause y'all know mama gotta eat
 give me my duties
 cause we gon ball till we fall
 see for No Limit I'll do anything
 to put my name on the wall

 {Mystikal}
 even if I gotta shoot to kill on the battlefield
 march from the ghetto to the top of the hill
 im black and N-Oed tired of selling boulders
 trying to keep it real still represent my soldiers
 started from the bottom finished on the top
 the wars not over cause the struggle don't stop
 bullets in the chopper food in the pot
 money in the bank and weed in my sock

 {Commission #1}
 see a coward dies a million deaths
 but a soldier dies once
 see don't blame No Limit fool
 put it on these gats and these blunts
 and the army had said
 be all that you can be
 I made a couple of boulders
 now every ghetto kid can be p

 {Chorus}

 {Commission #2}
 now im a marked man cause this flame on my arm
 and the tank around my neck
 wasn't expected to progress
 now I hold the industry hostage
 see its famed Ghetto Commission
 TSO till I die
 my family consist of outlaws
 and riders who ride
 im a soldier living this soldiers life
 flashing my ice
 when if I get killed on the battlefield
 then bury me with my steel and my mic
 ghetto born ghetto raised
 so I use my ghetto tactics
 nine times outta ten
 it results to the second lines and closed caskets
 in the steel tank I ride
 from the Westbank to the billboard spots
 loved by few hated by many
 but we still wont stop
 climb from the bottom to the top
 role with the platinum and gold
 a commendation from the colonel
 but still I gotta trunk of soul

 {Chorus}

 {Commission #3}
 im a black dicabileras
 Spanish for cowboy
 a no limit soldier
 that's rowdier than wild boy
 I keeps a 4-5 in a holster
 with a rifle across my shoulder
 im a ghetto vet with a killer click
 that wont hesitate to smoke ya
 its Ghetto Commission till I retire
 im living larger than a sire
 no limit symbolizes gas
 and they done mixed up with some fire
 peep that flame tatted on my arm
 wont play when they causing harm
 we irresponsible for our actions
 you niggas duck and warn

 {Commission #4}
 I got a price on my head
 because of the gold around my neck
 and the tank on my chest
 resting on my arm is a flame
 I lost ride on the desert plain
 made famous by wanted posters
 keep a pistol in my holster
 cause the laws are getting closer
 role as a No Limit soldier
 on our way to the bolder
 with blood on my hand
 from the last man to take a stand
 against me and my clan
 we wanted, dead or alive
 believe it or not
 they jealous of our billboard spot