Lyrics for No Limit Soldiers by C-Murder :
[Master P]
Whazzup with all y’all Tru n*ggas
Uuhhh, at ease!
And truettes
Rest of my soldiers out there, Kevin Miller
This ya motherf*ckin colonel
Rest in peace 2Pac
Of the motherf*ckin team
And all y’all up there soldiers
Whazzup Big Boz, n*gga!
Master P
I got C-Murder with me
Silkk the Shocker
Big Mo
Gangsta T
And you know what?
Big Man

We No Limit soldiers — I thought I told ya (repeat 6X)
Mr. Serv On
Mia X
Mo B. di*k
Craig B
Hope n*gga!
So b*tch get ya mind right — I thought I told ya (repeat 2X)
Kane and Abel
Skull Duggery
We No Limit soldiers — I thought I told ya (repeat 2X)
All y’all motherf*ckin Tru soldiers

Verse One: Master P

n*gga, I’m bustin me locs, but I’m hittin em down with jokes
Y’all n*ggas on the rope, got your ho on da scope
b*tches watching me, jockin me, n*gga blockin me, c*ckin me
Cause I’m the HARDEST motherf*cker, out here rockin
I got the game in shades, got the n*ggas in blades
I got them hoes on a raid, because the n*gga gettin paid
I’ve got, n*ggas from coast, slangin my dope
Got n*ggas and G’s, and rollin keys keys to record sto’s
Get paid wit fatals, n*ggas harder than Cato
n*gga turnin the tables, but n*ggas livin like potatoes
Get chopped up in game, n*ggas runnin my name
Master P up in chain, is he dead he’s a man
But I be bustin, hustlin, n*ggas ain’t trustin
I’m a soldier, that’s why n*ggas ain’t trustin
No b*tch or no n*gga, ho or no sucka
Fiend or no clucker, but ready to hustle
With boulders, bigga than yo’ shoulders
Runnin from the rollers, gone on that doja
Cause cowards despise, soldiers we ride
Killers with attitudes, but ready to die
Cause chickens get plucked, hoes get f*cked
Turkeys get stuck, and n*ggas get cuffed
Ready for combat, my gat with my hard hat
Strapped with my crew and my n*ggas and all that
Down for whatever, n*ggas straight rowdy
Ask any motherf*cker in America they’ll tell ya, we bout it
Soldiers out there tech, bustin don’t think
Lose ya life if you blink
f*ckin with them soldiers on the tank, cause

Chorus: Master P

We No Limit soldiers — I thought I told ya (repeat 8X)

Verse Two: Silkk the Shocker

Let’s get ready to rumble, them n*ggas stumble
Hit em with left blows
f*ck it got death blows
Ready to got to war? Let’s go!
We killas and realas, drug dealers and killers, f*ck it
No Limit soldiers, close your eyes
Now picture me foldin dollar bills
I stay f*ckin Tru, n*gga f*ck it, n*gga do ya
n*gga I come to life and I scare all y’all bustas like Freddy Kruger
Gangstafied n*gga, true to the game n*gga
Stay f*ckin pullin triggas, f*ck up all y’all n*ggas
Cause I’m so f*ckin T-R-U, representin I thought you knew
Cause killas killas killas
That’s all I be around, n*gga f*ckin fool
About face, this No Limit soldier
One to the two to the three (hah hah)
n*gga I tried to told ya
Everybody quiet…. while I load up this rifle (attention!)
Now all my soldiers start fightin
It’s time — to go deep cover
Lethal Weapon like Danny Glover, smother like jelly
Really, go deep like Jim Kelly
f*ck it, all y’all bustas open up y’all belly
Think we playin b*tch, well we ain’t
I heard we had drama motherf*cker
Put up the Benz and now we drive the tank
Cause all I want to be was a soldier
All I want to be was a soldier, soldier

Chorus 1/2

Verse Three: C-Murder

I’m a No Limit motherf*ckin soldier till I die
We run this place, and I say the same sh*t, with a gun up in my face
I ain’t scared to die, b*tch like I said before, ho
3rd Ward, I’m from that motherf*ckin Calliope
Projects supported worldwide by drug dealers
Transformin wimpy ass n*ggas into killers
Taking over, worldwide, doin shows oversea
Bringing b*tches to the telly, put them hoes upon they knees
Gangstafied, like my motherf*ckin homies Kane and Abel
No Limit, the world’s number one f*ckin rap label (worldwide)
Competition get smoked like we smokin blunts
I take a playa hata and knock out his f*ckin fronts
Dope slanga, now I’m slangin CD’s
A million records (platinum), it used to be some quarter keys
TRU tattooed on my back b*tch thats my click
Ready to hop into some motherf*ckin gangsta sh*t
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain’t scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real n*ggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But if ya talk sh*t, b*tch ya betta kill me
Like Skull I’m a hoodlum 4 life, I told ya
We be some motherf*ckin No Limit TRU soldiers

Chorus 1/2

Verse Four: Mia X

Hard times got my mind on c*ck, and massive thoughts be the plot
Top priorities the family dope and royalty
My loyalty, fiends with a gang of true n*ggas
No colors, just a bunch of ignorant motherf*ckers
Trust my pen is an infa-red
Hollow-tips be my lyrics dipped in venom when I send em
They split ya head (pssssh) wide open
My rhymes on fire blood, but you can’t smoke ne’er a one
Don’t try to come, don’t even touch the mic
My sh*t so tight, it’s more correct than right, when I recite
Absolutely, you booty-ass hoes and n*ggas
Perpetratin behind water gun triggers
Hurry up and figure out that studio Gotti’s catch hotties to the mouth
Who got that clout, don’t act surprised cause it’s that b*tch from the South
Mia X hoes, you don’t want no problems
Get so much respect, even yo’ n*ggas call me momma, the biggest one
To come stompin out the N.O., the crescent
Testin, chin-checkin, wreckin when I’m flexin on your WHOLE crew
Who wants to go to war with this lyrical arsenist
Ya talkin sh*t, I’ll having ya runnin for the thesaurus, cause I’m walkin wit
The big dogs without hesitation, Unlady Like as ever
Full of, verbal annhilation
Escaping, po-po’s chasin, want ta catch me but they cain’t
I made em think, and now they too scared to run up on the tank
No Limit, you can start it, but we n*ggas is the hardest
To deal wit, keeps the steel, and the plastics to peel wit
In reach, so we can touch yo’ ass
And leave a bout it scarf on ya face, we soldiers

Chorus 3/4

I thought I told ya
TRU n*ggas wave ya guns, show ya tattoos
Soldiers foe life n*gga
Jumpin off the tank
Stay true to the gizame