Intro: (Master P)
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Yeah nigga, don't let this rap shit fool ya
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I just like to play the backfield... but ya know what
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We even mo' dangerous wit' money... We like the Taliban nigga
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The New No Limit is an army and we gonna ride til' we die
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[Chorus x2]: Krazy
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Y'all niggas wanna hate on me (on me)
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My soldiers time to die for me (for me)
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Hold ya guns to the sky (sky)
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The New No Limit we gon' ride (ride)
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[Verse 1]: Choppa
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I'm like a fiend when he's cracked out beggin' for mercy
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On my knees, baby Jesus, please don't hurt me
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All the lies I done took in this world of mine
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Snortin' coke, feelin' like I'm walkin' through time
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Open my casket at my funeral, I see my face
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I'm like Richard Prior, wonderin' why, I had to be based
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It's all a dream but I still, I can feel the bullets
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Lookin' at this young nigga that had the nuts to pull it
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No remorse, for me, I can feel a head wound
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The room is cold, in there, I can see my tomb
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I see my son and my daughter and they cryin' with tears
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Heaven or Hell, a real nigga don't show no fear
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 2]: Master P
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To my niggas in the pent. I feel your pain
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And to my niggas in the street we still strapped and chained
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Middle fingers up to New Orleans
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I hope C and Mac get a motherfuckin' pardon
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I'm on the block thuggin' with my niggas gettin' paper
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I don't give a fuck about you hoes or you haters
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CP3 is what a nigga fuckin' rep G
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Double X-L y'all hoes don't wanna test me
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Cuz I ride wit' my niggas, I roll wit' killas
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I'm a thug 'til I die, smoke weed, make scrillas (UGGH!!)
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It's The New No Limit we gon' scream it
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Nigga don't say it if you don't fuckin' mean it
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Cuz I'm a thug, my daddy he's a thug
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My son gon' be a thug, and I'ma die a thug
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[Chorus x2]
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We Gon Ride
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504 Boyz |