(feat. Fiend, Mia X, Mystikal, Silkk)



[dialtone, touch tone buttons being pushed, phone rings twice]



No Limit Studios, whassup?

Who dis is? Who dis is?

Nigga, this Rappin 4-Tay, who is this?

Oh dis P

P?! [said with disbelief]

Yeah dis P!

P?! (Yeah) Well if this P lemme hear ya say ungggggggggggh

UngnGNGYAHAHgngnnghh [voice cracking]

This ain't no motherfuckin P!

Man, hang the phone up



[MP] Ungggggghh, na-nah na-nah

[MP] Make em say UNGGGGGGH (UNGGGGGGH)

Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah)



[Master P]

Nigga, I'm the colonel of the motherfuckin tank

Y'all after big thangs, we after big bank

3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in combats

Convicts and dealers, and killers with TRU tats

Never gave a fuck bout no hoes on our riches

And niggaz come short, I'm diggin ditches

M.P. pullin stripes, commander-in-chief

And fools run up wrong, nigga I'm knockin out some teeth

I'm down here slangin, rollin with these hustlers

Tryin to get rid of all you haters and you bustas

Steppin on cold, break a niggaz nose

In the projects niggaz anything goes

Breakin fools off cause I'm a No Limit soldier

At ease now salute, this pass me the doja



[Chorus: Master P and No Limit]



Make em say UNGGGGGGH (UNGGGGGGH)

Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah)



[x3]



[Fiend]

Fiend exercisin this right, of exorcism bustin out the expedition

Bullets choppin haters business to about the size of prisms our mission

They heard we scary, No Limit mercenary

No tellin how bad it get, because the worst'll vary

I heard you make em worry, that this for the loot

They intimidated by the rounds that the tank shoot

Tank Dogs salute!  Every robbery in store, cause they know

everything Fiend know, mean mo' money mo'

Little Fiend still want the greens, the cornbread and the cabbage

In your hood, remindin you bitches of who the baddest

Definitely the maddest, so the crime gon' stick em up

My UNGGGGGGH went twice (ungh, ungh)

And ended with nine, get em



[Chorus x2]



[Silkk the Shocker]

P gon' make ya say UNGGGGGGH, I'ma make you say OWWWWWWWW

I'm not Eric B but guaranteed to Move this motherfuckin Crowd

I stay on like light switches, money, cause I like riches

Hittin nothin but tight bitches, call me, I might hit ya

Nigga make em say nah-nah-nah, don't trip

After I bust yo' shit, then after that say na-nah-nah-nah

I hang with niggaz, I do my thang with niggaz (unggggh)

They wanna know if I gangbang, cause I hang with a whole gang of niggaz

So when, we connect bitch better respect this, I step quick

Cause I got a, vicious right hand but ya know what?  My left is quick!

Silkk, you the type of nigga that promotes violence?  You might be right

cause I'll step in the club and say somethin

to get that motherfucker start to, fightin!!  (Bout it!!)

Bad as vogues, I'm cold, extra see through

?P-G? never fuckin knockin niggaz cause I make em all see 3-D

And P-D's the game that I spit, No Limit Soldiers got my back

I run this motherfucker, TRU niggaz

And I, betcha y'all niggaz ya say, "Bet!"



[Chorus x2]



[Mia X]

We capitalize and monopolize on everything we see keep pistols drawed

and cocked, we got the industry locked, we can't be stopped, too hot

Check the spots that we got, on Billboard

This Tank can set up roadblocks, we fadin all you hoes

Want some mo?  Then let's go, stretch you out like elastic

Zip that ass up in plastic, have ya folks pickin caskets

We drastic, our tactics is homegrown in the ghetto

So feel the wrath of this sista, it's like you fightin 10 niggaz

Forget the baby boys, it's the biggest mamma Mia

The Unlady Like diva, lyrical man eater, believe her

Or see her, and get that ass embarrassed

If you're a decision maker, guaranteed you'll get carried away

So stay in yo' place, when ya hear mamma speakin

Cannon spray, clear the way, when ya see The Tank creepin



[Chorus x2]



[Mystikal]

Hi

I'm that nigga that rap and stick-up Joe when they won't know how to do it

You could be the little bitty skinny motherfucker with the braids in his hair

Usin limos and choppers too

I done paid my dues, but still played the blues

Nigga play me like you was scared to lose

I'm still a fool, you ain't heard the news

I was a No Limit nigga, makin major moves

I won't stop now, bitch, I can't stop

You can't stop me, so bitch don't try we

We TRU soldiers, we don't die

We keep rollin, na-nah-nah-nah-nah

All aboard, bitch it's like a choir inside

The group goin hallelujah

Niggaz goin to war, got to fightin and shootin inside rumors

Bitches be sayin he there, we there, BEWARE!!!

C there, Silkk there Fiend there, Mamma there, P there

Ain't no salary cap, on top of my dollars

I roll with nothin, but them No Limit riders

I gets down nigga, I hold my tank up high

Watch how many bitches get wild, na-nah na-nah



[Chorus and fade]