(feat. C-Murder, Magic)

[Master P/C-Murder]

Chorus
Where them ^!$$%s at
Where them ^!$$%s at

There them ^!$$%s go
[Master P]
Uhhhhh

$#&@ it, let's get em [x4]

[C-Murder]

I'm a mother$#&@ing soldier
(*##$ I thought I told ya, I smoke your $$# like doja
^!$$%s mad cause my tapes selling like crack

Sold a million records, not one disc came back
You know, I gotta repre $#&@in sent
My ghetto ^!$$%s got me getting paid like the president

But TRU ^!$$%s don't yap about it (yap about it)
But when I do some gangsta %#@!, you know I gotta rap about it
I left the dope on the mother$#&@ing table

The feds mad cause we the number one rap label
No Limit records made history in this (*##$
And it's a myth on how ghetto ^!$$%s getting rich

The whole world say they bout it bout it
I drop this ghetto %#@!, and get my thug ^!$$%s rowdy
My tank dogs coming through, where them ^!$$%s at

Ready to hit em, P, pass me them thangs, let me get em

[Chorus x4]


[Magic]
P man, pass me them thangs and let me get em

I be damned if I don't kill a ^!$$%
they shouldn't be $#&@in with ya
They don't respect a $#&@ing soldier

They gonna roll or get rolled over, or get $#&@ed over
Now I may be the first to go with, but you best believe
Thirty ^!$$%s came out here to get us, thirty ^!$$%s gonna bleed

I'm here to protect and serve my tank dogs
and any ^!$$% that $#&@ with us
Colonel, get ready to go to war, I'm hitting hard

A made ^!$$%, that's why they call me mister Magic
Busting that ^!$$%s that try it, Magic and laugh
I'm military minding, I don't second guess

Click clack blast, erasing ^!$$%s, it's all bad

[Chorus x4]


[Master P]
^!$$% I ride for scrilla, hang with dealers

Daddy wasnt home so I rode with them killers
And thug ^!$$%s high off hennesey and weed
Tatoos and oz's, invested in CD's

Now the feds wanna see me dead
Independent, black owned and teaching other ^!$$%s how to get paid
Ran with some gangs, bank for some change

Third ward ^!$$%s don't play no $#&@ing games
Me and Silkk, C-Murder, we killers
Plus Magic together, a world of TRU ^!$$%s

Taking over this rap game
It's No Limit for life, lights out I'm the trigger man


(bang, bang, bang, bang)
OK, I'm reloading. Ha ha.
I told yall, No Limit ^!$$%s, we mercenary soldiers.

We don't talk, we don't rap about ^!$$%s.
We all about getting our mother$#&@ing paper.
A coward dies a million deaths, but a soldier only dies once ^!$$%.

Real ^!$$%s, they play the mother$#&@ing game they don't talk ^!$$%.
Ha ha, yall fake $$# ^!$$%s, yall think about it.
Rapping for the mother$#&@ing white folks.

We independent black owned ^!$$%.
Ghetto ^!$$%s, ha.
Real ^!$$%s and (*##$es unite. Ha ha.

$#&@ fifteen percent ^!$$%, I want the whole mother$#&@ing wallet.
Talk to the ^!$$%s I feed ^!$$% if you got problems.