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[Master P]
You in the ghetto.. and you ain't got no hustlin skills? GET DOWN AND GIVE ME TEN PRIVATE! (Where y'all at? Where y'all at? Where y'all at? Where y'all at?) [Chorus: Master P - army drill style] I don't know what you've been told (I don't know what you've been told) But No Limit Soldiers came to rock'n'roll (But No Limit Soldiers came to rock'n'roll) Where are all my whodis at? (Where are all my whodis at?) From the North to the South to the East to the West (From the North to the South to the East to the West) Thugged out (one two) what we bout? (Knockin boots) Shinin it out (N.. O.. L.. I.. M-I-T!) [Master P] UNNNNNNNNNGHHHHHHH! See I'm a thug nigga, and I was - born to die I hang with drug dealers, that's - ready to ride We got BEEF nigga, then we - ready for war I can't SLEEP nigga til I - have my enemies heart I'm Uptown on the blocks with the bricks ba-bayyy Fiends roll up and get fixed ba-bayyy Fifties and doves or the bic ba-bayyy Smoke weed with my nigga but don't trick ba-bayyy Now if you step to one of my niggaz, then you steppin to me I heard you famous cat, but you don't mean shit to me I'm out that C-P-3 and I'm a soulja for life And all my real niggaz wild out from left to the right [Chorus] [Master P] (What? What?) Now how the war WAS WON (HUH) on, blocks in the hood (HUH) We got enemies (WHAT) then it's, glocks we pulled In God we trust nigga; I ain't got no friends (Ya heard?) Souljarettes, they love, money and ends You need some work? Meet me in the bricks nigga You come short? I'ma wet your shirt nigga It's like Vietnam on the ghetto in these streets You die how you live, the strong eat the weak Red and blue rags for the souljas that be bangin And warriors on the wall for the souljas left hangin Twenty-one gun salute, for the souls on the street And the souljas up in heaven, may you all rest in peace (Ya heard me?) UNNNNNNGGGGGH! [Chorus] [Master P] Them Down South souljas they be ready to ride And we can take it outside if you ready to ride Them Midwest souljas they be ready to ride And we can take it outside if you ready to ride Them East Coast souljas they ain't ready to ride And we can take it outside if you ready to ride Them West Coast souljas they be ready to ride And we can take it outside if you ready to ride Don't start no shit it won't be no shit Let me tell you muh'fuckers who you fuckin wit Don't start no shit it won't be no shit THIS NO LIMIT ARMY'S WHO YOU FUCKIN WIT! Wild out.. wild out.. No Limit is in and y'all out Wild out.. wild out.. so y'all haters keep our name out y'all motherfuckin mouth, hahah you heard me? Ride ride niggaz (ride ride) Lah lah (ALL THE WAY TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN TOP OF THE CHARTS YA HEARD ME?) DJ's.. hut one, hut two.. hut one, hut two Hut one, hut two.. DJ cut the fuckin lights off cause I'm through! |
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[Master P]
You in the ghetto.. and you ain't got no hustlin skills? GET DOWN AND GIVE ME TEN PRIVATE! (Where y'all at? Where y'all at? Where y'all at? Where y'all at?) [Chorus: Master P - army drill style] I don't know what you've been told (I don't know what you've been told) But No Limit Soldiers came to rock'n'roll (But No Limit Soldiers came to rock'n'roll) Where are all my whodis at? (Where are all my whodis at?) From the North to the South to the East to the West (From the North to the South to the East to the West) Thugged out (one two) what we bout? (Knockin boots) Shinin it out (N.. O.. L.. I.. M-I-T!) [Master P] UNNNNNNNNNGHHHHHHH! See I'm a thug nigga, and I was - born to die I hang with drug dealers, that's - ready to ride We got BEEF nigga, then we - ready for war I can't SLEEP nigga til I - have my enemies heart I'm Uptown on the blocks with the bricks ba-bayyy Fiends roll up and get fixed ba-bayyy Fifties and doves or the bic ba-bayyy Smoke weed with my nigga but don't trick ba-bayyy Now if you step to one of my niggaz, then you steppin to me I heard you famous cat, but you don't mean shit to me I'm out that C-P-3 and I'm a soulja for life And all my real niggaz wild out from left to the right [Chorus] [Master P] (What? What?) Now how the war WAS WON (HUH) on, blocks in the hood (HUH) We got enemies (WHAT) then it's, glocks we pulled In God we trust nigga; I ain't got no friends (Ya heard?) Souljarettes, they love, money and ends You need some work? Meet me in the bricks nigga You come short? I'ma wet your shirt nigga It's like Vietnam on the ghetto in these streets You die how you live, the strong eat the weak Red and blue rags for the souljas that be bangin And warriors on the wall for the souljas left hangin Twenty-one gun salute, for the souls on the street And the souljas up in heaven, may you all rest in peace (Ya heard me?) UNNNNNNGGGGGH! [Chorus] [Master P] Them Down South souljas they be ready to ride And we can take it outside if you ready to ride Them Midwest souljas they be ready to ride And we can take it outside if you ready to ride Them East Coast souljas they ain't ready to ride And we can take it outside if you ready to ride Them West Coast souljas they be ready to ride And we can take it outside if you ready to ride Don't start no shit it won't be no shit Let me tell you muh'fuckers who you fuckin wit Don't start no shit it won't be no shit THIS NO LIMIT ARMY'S WHO YOU FUCKIN WIT! Wild out.. wild out.. No Limit is in and y'all out Wild out.. wild out.. so y'all haters keep our name out y'all motherfuckin mouth, hahah you heard me? Ride ride niggaz (ride ride) Lah lah (ALL THE WAY TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN TOP OF THE CHARTS YA HEARD ME?) DJ's.. hut one, hut two.. hut one, hut two Hut one, hut two.. DJ cut the fuckin lights off cause I'm through! |
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[Master P]
You in the ghetto.. and you ain't got no hustlin skills? GET DOWN AND GIVE ME TEN PRIVATE! (Where y'all at? Where y'all at? Where y'all at? Where y'all at?) [Chorus: Master P - army drill style] I don't know what you've been told (I don't know what you've been told) But No Limit Soldiers came to rock'n'roll (But No Limit Soldiers came to rock'n'roll) Where are all my whodis at? (Where are all my whodis at?) From the North to the South to the East to the West (From the North to the South to the East to the West) Thugged out (one two) what we bout? (Knockin boots) Shinin it out (N.. O.. L.. I.. M-I-T!) [Master P] UNNNNNNNNNGHHHHHHH! See I'm a thug nigga, and I was - born to die I hang with drug dealers, that's - ready to ride We got BEEF nigga, then we - ready for war I can't SLEEP nigga til I - have my enemies heart I'm Uptown on the blocks with the bricks ba-bayyy Fiends roll up and get fixed ba-bayyy Fifties and doves or the bic ba-bayyy Smoke weed with my nigga but don't trick ba-bayyy Now if you step to one of my niggaz, then you steppin to me I heard you famous cat, but you don't mean shit to me I'm out that C-P-3 and I'm a soulja for life And all my real niggaz wild out from left to the right [Chorus] [Master P] (What? What?) Now how the war WAS WON (HUH) on, blocks in the hood (HUH) We got enemies (WHAT) then it's, glocks we pulled In God we trust nigga; I ain't got no friends (Ya heard?) Souljarettes, they love, money and ends You need some work? Meet me in the bricks nigga You come short? I'ma wet your shirt nigga It's like Vietnam on the ghetto in these streets You die how you live, the strong eat the weak Red and blue rags for the souljas that be bangin And warriors on the wall for the souljas left hangin Twenty-one gun salute, for the souls on the street And the souljas up in heaven, may you all rest in peace (Ya heard me?) UNNNNNNGGGGGH! [Chorus] [Master P] Them Down South souljas they be ready to ride And we can take it outside if you ready to ride Them Midwest souljas they be ready to ride And we can take it outside if you ready to ride Them East Coast souljas they ain't ready to ride And we can take it outside if you ready to ride Them West Coast souljas they be ready to ride And we can take it outside if you ready to ride Don't start no shit it won't be no shit Let me tell you muh'fuckers who you fuckin wit Don't start no shit it won't be no shit THIS NO LIMIT ARMY'S WHO YOU FUCKIN WIT! Wild out.. wild out.. No Limit is in and y'all out Wild out.. wild out.. so y'all haters keep our name out y'all motherfuckin mouth, hahah you heard me? Ride ride niggaz (ride ride) Lah lah (ALL THE WAY TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN TOP OF THE CHARTS YA HEARD ME?) DJ's.. hut one, hut two.. hut one, hut two Hut one, hut two.. DJ cut the fuckin lights off cause I'm through! |
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{*woman SCREAMING*}
[Master P] Guess who's back.. it's Freddy? NAH, P BITCH! WHASSSSSSUP? Ah-HAHAHAHAHA [Chorus: repeat 2X] Trick or treat whodi.. where you be whodi? I'm right 'cross the street whodi And I think I seen the beast whodi! [Master P] It must be Halloween, ya heard me? It all happened at once I'm in the middle of the hood rollin a black and orange blunt My mind fucked up, I done seen a black cat {*ROWR!*} Put my hand on my gat and took three steps back Ran up the block it was like a movie I seen a big haunted house with a chick in a jacuzzi I knocked on the doors {*DING-DONG*} and it broke the mirror {*CRASH*} I got seven days of bad luck and a dog with no liver(??) It must be a nightmare, but I'm bout to wake up Then I put my nail in the keyhole {*door*} and jumped in the truck {*engine revs*} Headed to the club, the party's off the hook Until I ran into this nigga that I knew was a crook He said... onnnnne, twoooooo... they comin for you Threeee, fourrrrr... better lock your door {*animal roars*} Nah, fuck the world, I'm about to go for mines Cause I'm trapped in this dream like I'm trapped in crime I see this younger ??, hair looked just like Eve And I'm thinkin to myself, what the fuck is she doin in New Orleans? Now is this a curse, or shit I did bad Or my mind playin tricks cause I snatched a kid's bag [Chorus] [Slay Sean] Yeah it's nighttime, the right time to do crime Niggaz hustle, and watch out for po'-nine It's showtime, raisin hell {*ROAR!*} one more time Thugs move, no rules bottom line You got into the sunset to speak your mind {*SCREE!*} Run - lock your doors, the streets is mine Niggaz wild out, {*SCREE!*} throw eggs, the people beg October 31st niggaz need to be caged No remorse {*SCREE!*} you done heard my force Takin, what we want, by means of all sorts It's the way of life, payback's a bitch, pay the price Somebody gotta suffer, even po-lice When the streets is dark and cold you fear for your life You know you hear the screams {*SCREAM*} it's a horrible sight Nobody fiends, they just wanna survive the night Twelve hours of mayhem as you beg for life [Chorus] [Master P] Trick or TREAT, kiddies! Bout to deliver the mail once again "Ghetto Postage," all platinum BITCH! I TOLD Y'ALL EVERYBODY Y'ALL CAN'T FUCK WITH NO LIMIT (hahahaha) Who's laughin now, WHODI? Hehehehe, trick or treat! Junebug, you better take that mask off and get your little bitch-ass inside! |
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{*woman SCREAMING*}
[Master P] Guess who's back.. it's Freddy? NAH, P BITCH! WHASSSSSSUP? Ah-HAHAHAHAHA [Chorus: repeat 2X] Trick or treat whodi.. where you be whodi? I'm right 'cross the street whodi And I think I seen the beast whodi! [Master P] It must be Halloween, ya heard me? It all happened at once I'm in the middle of the hood rollin a black and orange blunt My mind fucked up, I done seen a black cat {*ROWR!*} Put my hand on my gat and took three steps back Ran up the block it was like a movie I seen a big haunted house with a chick in a jacuzzi I knocked on the doors {*DING-DONG*} and it broke the mirror {*CRASH*} I got seven days of bad luck and a dog with no liver(??) It must be a nightmare, but I'm bout to wake up Then I put my nail in the keyhole {*door*} and jumped in the truck {*engine revs*} Headed to the club, the party's off the hook Until I ran into this nigga that I knew was a crook He said... onnnnne, twoooooo... they comin for you Threeee, fourrrrr... better lock your door {*animal roars*} Nah, fuck the world, I'm about to go for mines Cause I'm trapped in this dream like I'm trapped in crime I see this younger ??, hair looked just like Eve And I'm thinkin to myself, what the fuck is she doin in New Orleans? Now is this a curse, or shit I did bad Or my mind playin tricks cause I snatched a kid's bag [Chorus] [Slay Sean] Yeah it's nighttime, the right time to do crime Niggaz hustle, and watch out for po'-nine It's showtime, raisin hell {*ROAR!*} one more time Thugs move, no rules bottom line You got into the sunset to speak your mind {*SCREE!*} Run - lock your doors, the streets is mine Niggaz wild out, {*SCREE!*} throw eggs, the people beg October 31st niggaz need to be caged No remorse {*SCREE!*} you done heard my force Takin, what we want, by means of all sorts It's the way of life, payback's a bitch, pay the price Somebody gotta suffer, even po-lice When the streets is dark and cold you fear for your life You know you hear the screams {*SCREAM*} it's a horrible sight Nobody fiends, they just wanna survive the night Twelve hours of mayhem as you beg for life [Chorus] [Master P] Trick or TREAT, kiddies! Bout to deliver the mail once again "Ghetto Postage," all platinum BITCH! I TOLD Y'ALL EVERYBODY Y'ALL CAN'T FUCK WITH NO LIMIT (hahahaha) Who's laughin now, WHODI? Hehehehe, trick or treat! Junebug, you better take that mask off and get your little bitch-ass inside! |
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{*woman SCREAMING*}
[Master P] Guess who's back.. it's Freddy? NAH, P BITCH! WHASSSSSSUP? Ah-HAHAHAHAHA [Chorus: repeat 2X] Trick or treat whodi.. where you be whodi? I'm right 'cross the street whodi And I think I seen the beast whodi! [Master P] It must be Halloween, ya heard me? It all happened at once I'm in the middle of the hood rollin a black and orange blunt My mind fucked up, I done seen a black cat {*ROWR!*} Put my hand on my gat and took three steps back Ran up the block it was like a movie I seen a big haunted house with a chick in a jacuzzi I knocked on the doors {*DING-DONG*} and it broke the mirror {*CRASH*} I got seven days of bad luck and a dog with no liver(??) It must be a nightmare, but I'm bout to wake up Then I put my nail in the keyhole {*door*} and jumped in the truck {*engine revs*} Headed to the club, the party's off the hook Until I ran into this nigga that I knew was a crook He said... onnnnne, twoooooo... they comin for you Threeee, fourrrrr... better lock your door {*animal roars*} Nah, fuck the world, I'm about to go for mines Cause I'm trapped in this dream like I'm trapped in crime I see this younger ??, hair looked just like Eve And I'm thinkin to myself, what the fuck is she doin in New Orleans? Now is this a curse, or shit I did bad Or my mind playin tricks cause I snatched a kid's bag [Chorus] [Slay Sean] Yeah it's nighttime, the right time to do crime Niggaz hustle, and watch out for po'-nine It's showtime, raisin hell {*ROAR!*} one more time Thugs move, no rules bottom line You got into the sunset to speak your mind {*SCREE!*} Run - lock your doors, the streets is mine Niggaz wild out, {*SCREE!*} throw eggs, the people beg October 31st niggaz need to be caged No remorse {*SCREE!*} you done heard my force Takin, what we want, by means of all sorts It's the way of life, payback's a bitch, pay the price Somebody gotta suffer, even po-lice When the streets is dark and cold you fear for your life You know you hear the screams {*SCREAM*} it's a horrible sight Nobody fiends, they just wanna survive the night Twelve hours of mayhem as you beg for life [Chorus] [Master P] Trick or TREAT, kiddies! Bout to deliver the mail once again "Ghetto Postage," all platinum BITCH! I TOLD Y'ALL EVERYBODY Y'ALL CAN'T FUCK WITH NO LIMIT (hahahaha) Who's laughin now, WHODI? Hehehehe, trick or treat! Junebug, you better take that mask off and get your little bitch-ass inside! |
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