*featuring No Limit's All Stars
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[Master P]
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Oh yea
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It's Christmas time nigga
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Well muthafuckin Merry Christmas and New Years nigga (ha,ha)
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Yall didn't think we was gonna do it again
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Hah nigga what
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MP be my name
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From the ghetto to fame
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Got them MAKE 'EM SAY UGHHH (UGHHH)
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Got the world screaming my name
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From every soldier to soldierette
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From every killer to cadet
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Playa hatas get wet
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TRU niggas march playas step
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[Chorus]
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We No Limit Soldiers
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I thought I told ya
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We No Limit Soldiers
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I thought I told ya
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No,No Limit Soldiers
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I thought I told ya
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We No Limit Soldiers
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[C-Murder]
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I'm a muthafucking No Limit Soldier
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It's a mystery (what)
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How us young black thugs made history
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We be some TRU niggas on the rise
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And we gonna ball till we fall
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Two shots to my dead niggas on the wall
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Captain of a bunch a ghetto millionaires on the rise
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And much respect like them muthafucking wise guys
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TRU tattooed on my back and arm hoe
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And represent the south 3rd Ward Calliope
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[Fiend]
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I dropped on the streets
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Like cocked 9's or spray painted stop signs
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Niggas gettin knock down
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Needles in white lines
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Second lines pity crimes
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Down to a gun call all from a phone call
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I done been through it all
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Well you forgot my name Fiend
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And I don't fuck around
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And soldiers show that there bowdy rowdy
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When I come around
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I'm Mr. Womp Womp
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The one tighter than some new J's
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Bout getting some to plays
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That get me funky for few days
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[Chorus]
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We No,No Limit Soldiers
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I thought I told ya
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We No Limit Soldiers
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[Magic]
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Yall remember me I'm the one they call Mr. Magic
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Voted least to succeed but I'm back to let cha have it
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Now I'm moving on yall can't stop the tank I'm wit
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If you fuck wit me be guaranteed bitch that your head gonna split
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AHHHHH shit
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Who make yall scream the loudest
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Who dought it
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That Master P boys get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it
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Respect the tank or get your ass rolled over
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By this 200 & 20 lb. 9th Ward bulldozer
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[Mr. Serv-On]
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You bet its me the only one to spell everything out
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The nigga to snatch your muthafucking neck
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If you ain't got no muthafucking respect
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The soldier that been holding back for years
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Cause niggas scared of my motherfucking bite
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P done let loosened up the straps, believe me nigga
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you ain't leaving this motherfucker til everybody fight
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Even if you don't want to
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I'ma hit you punch you kick you
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I'm the rowdiest motherfucker up in this bitch
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And I'll love to get witcha
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Fuck you I'm wearing these leather support across my chest
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So lower you tens if you don't respect
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You know I'm from the 3rd bitch
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You gone be a casualty
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bitch, I'ma soldier
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[Mia X]
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Roundin up my soldiers, scoopin up my warriors
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Mobbin with these No Limit TRU shotcallers, street brawlers
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All the nigga don't fuck around
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We ain't gonna tear your club up
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But we gonna shut the bitch down
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Lyrically I drown soldier hatas
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I'm the lady alligator
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Take you shake you and bake you
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Split your decision maker
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Wake up fire starters coming harder
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Than your father's fist
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Like he caught your mamma's lips around the neighbors dick
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It's the same bitch
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Y'all know how Mama Drama Mia X ho's
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You don't want no problems we soldiers
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[Chorus]
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We No Limit Soldiers
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I thought I told ya
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We No Limit Soldiers
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I thought I told ya
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[Big Ed]
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I hit you wit the - left, right, left
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Then a roundhouse kick
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Nigga make some room back up back up
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Bout to get right up in this bitch
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Big Ed the (Assassin) watch me get my (Blast On)
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Then I (Smash On) with my (Mask On)
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Full grown wit the brains blown
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From my infamous spit
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Then I fuck the shit out your old lady with my infamous dick
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Get 'em up hit 'em up
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My entourage in camouflage
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When you hear (Ooh Ooh Oh) get the fuck out of dodge
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[Silkk the Shocker]
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Mista!! N-O-L-I-M-I to the T
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Second in command
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When I get my demands
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The only person that can stop it is P
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No tattle tails so many bitches I had to kill
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Grabbed my steal soldiers from the heart
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No killa boy luck killa in my heart
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On the battlefield fuck yall what
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Coming through spitting
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