[Master P/C-Murder]
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Chorus
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Where them niggas at
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Where them niggas at
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There them niggas go
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[Master P]
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Uhhhhh
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Fuck it, let's get em x4
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[C-Murder]
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I'm a motherfucking soldier
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Bitch I thought I told ya, I smoke your ass like doja
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Niggas mad cause my tapes selling like crack
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Sold a million records, not one disc came back
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You know, I gotta repre fuckin sent
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My ghetto niggas got me getting paid like the president
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But TRU niggas don't yap about it (yap about it)
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But when I do some gangsta shit, you know I gotta rap about it
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I left the dope on the motherfucking table
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The feds mad cause we the number one rap label
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No Limit records made history in this bitch
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And it's a myth on how ghetto niggas getting rich
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The whole world say they bout it bout it
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I drop this ghetto shit, and get my thug niggas rowdy
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My tank dogs coming through, where them niggas at
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Ready to hit em, P, pass me them thangs, let me get em
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Chorus x4
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[Magic]
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P man, pass me them thangs and let me get em
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I be damned if I don't kill a nigga
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they shouldn't be fuckin with ya
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They don't respect a fucking soldier
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They gonna roll or get rolled over, or get fucked over
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Now I may be the first to go with, but you best believe
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Thirty niggas came out here to get us, thirty niggas gonna bleed
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I'm here to protect and serve my tank dogs
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and any nigga that fuck with us
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Colonel, get ready to go to war, I'm hitting hard
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A made nigga, that's why they call me mister Magic
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Busting that niggas that try it, Magic and laugh
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I'm military minding, I don't second guess
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Click clack blast, erasing niggas, it's all bad
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Chorus x4
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[Master P]
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Nigga I ride for scrilla, hang with dealers
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Daddy wasnt home so I rode with them killers
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And thug niggas high off hennesey and weed
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Tatoos and oz's, invested in CD's
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Now the feds wanna see me dead
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Independent, black owned and teaching other niggas how to get paid
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Ran with some gangs, bank for some change
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Third ward niggas don't play no fucking games
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Me and Silkk, C-Murder, we killers
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Plus Magic together, a world of TRU niggas
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Taking over this rap game
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It's No Limit for life, lights out I'm the trigger man
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(bang, bang, bang, bang)
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OK, I'm reloading. Ha ha.
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I told yall, No Limit niggas, we mercenary soldiers.
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We don't talk, we don't rap about niggas.
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We all about getting our motherfucking paper.
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A coward dies a million deaths, but a soldier only dies once nigga.
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Real niggas, they play the motherfucking game they don't talk nigga.
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Ha ha, yall fake ass niggas, yall think about it.
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Rapping for the motherfucking white folks.
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We independent black owned nigga.
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Ghetto niggas, ha.
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Real niggas and bitches unite. Ha ha.
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Fuck fifteen percent nigga, I want the whole motherfucking wallet.
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Talk to the niggas I feed nigga if you got problems
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Let's Get 'Em
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| Master P |
