(Intro [Master P])
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What's up niggas and bitches.
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It's the muthafuckin kisarme.
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It's No Limit, Master P.
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Im'a introduce y'all to the muthafuckin,
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one of the hardest liuetenants on the tank, Mystikal.
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We was all born to be soldiers.
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See, these evil thoughts,
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they was scarred into our muthafuckin souls from these wars,
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the streets, the ghetto, the hood. The ghetto.
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Chorus: X 7
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[Master P]
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Bitch, I'm a soldier!
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[Mystikal]
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I was born to be a soldier!
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[Mystikal]
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Ah, ATTEN!
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Hoo! Muthafuckas don't you move
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I got what is takes to make your ass feel (?)
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You don't wanna rest in this parade
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No Limit soldiers throwin grenades!
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Strictly, heavy artillery, calm and gunnin
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I got your ground troops runnin from INCOMING!
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Go, go go go, the future caliber
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Bout to rip your (?) vest, split your capita
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The niggas be marchin in the land camp
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Bitch we ghetto soldiers, the streets is what made us!
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No LVE's, no MRE's
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But we kill our enemies, and drive humvees!
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Chorus X 5
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[Master P]
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Born, to be, a muthafuckin soldier
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The colonel don't play, I'm out that tank
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Money in the bank, make niggas thank
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At ease when we rank, salute cause we cap
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Fools run they trap, soldiers bust caps
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Fools die a million deaths, solider dies once
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Put that on my gold keys, my gat, and my blunt
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Candy painted hummer, triple gold D's
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We bout it, eyes on our CREAM cause we rowdy
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Battle kicked advil, niggas load they carriages
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Weapons on the mayor of the cash cause I know character
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I'm ready to bust keys, niggas (?)
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Niggas are fuckin, slanging them trees
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They gon die in New Orleans
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Chorus X 4
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[Silkk]
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I came out the muthafuckin womb, niggas wanna combat tank
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My ghetto antics, my ghetto tactics
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I smack quick, stick another gat nigga to your ass and acrobatic
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Nigga what? Black, my M-16, is black bitch
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I was born to drop phat shit
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Punk your ass like a sac bitch
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Yeah, I keep a gat bitch (?) I react quick
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Blow them soldiers, told ya, and that's it
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But see, I set my shit off like a punt (Go, T, Go)
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We roll, I said we roll like a muthafuckin blunt
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See, don't come stunt and don't try to front
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I'm Silkk the Shocker, I snatch your ass like a muthafuckin duck
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I put on my camoflauge nigga, straight up my fuckin boot
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Why would a muthafucka who ain't TRU laugh at old shoot
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About face, salute!
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Tell I'ma soldier, by the way I talk
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Tell I'ma soldier, by the way I march (Right, left, left)
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I was born to be a soldier!
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Chorus X 4
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[Fiend]
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Bringin bags and weed
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Lil Fiend live by the soldiers creed
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Of broken no seed in the botton pockets of my fatigues
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War fatigues, playing live chess games with the chain
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(?) at the gun range, cause I'll bring pain
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When I'm playing survival games, that's why I sport a vest
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But niggas are put to rest, but got them right tatted on my chest
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I was best on my recon, started harm and dis
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The war from this, is that Fiend was born from this
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Scarred from this, so all the armies now go hide
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Cause the crime design, stay from nine to five
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Enemies retire, and the bigger go up, till my gun show up
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No Limit soldiers, the world blow up!
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Chorus X 3
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[Mac]
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Assassin, soldier, sniper, murderer
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Son of a bitch, arsonist, house burglarer
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Been there, done most before the sun rose
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We changin clothes, when the po po's chase
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Narrow with the bass, got them hoes all in my face
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And them fake niggas hate, so I started different ways
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And even when I'm dead and gone
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My legacy'll live on
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Tatoo me on your arm and tell niggas he got his rhyme on
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Murder murder kill killin and shit that I spit
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For lunatics who be feelin this shit
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Put the gat in my face, I never squeal, nigga keep it real
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Pops gave me the game, bout to bag a feel
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We attack like the Men in Black
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You react, if you got a gat
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I'll never die, camoflauge in my vein
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I'll never change in the purple rain
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My name manifest pain, I'm a soldier
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Chorus X 8
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Born to be a Soldier
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Mystikal |