Featuring Fiend Silkk Mia X Mystikal]

(phone dialing phone ringing)

No Limit Studios. What's up?

Who dis is? Who dis is?

Nigga this Rappin 4 tay. Who is this?

Uh dis P!

P?

Yeah this P!

P?

Yeah!

Well P lemme hear ya say "Ungh!"

(voice cracking) Ungh!

Nigga this ain't no muthafuckin P!

Man hang the phone up.

Chorus: Make em say "Ungh!" (Ungh!)

N nah n nah! (n nah n nah!)

[Master P]

Nigga, I'm the colonel of the muthafuckin tank

Ya'll after big thangs, we after big banks

3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in combats

My comrades is dealas and killas with TRU tats

Never gave a fuck bout no hoes or no riches

And niggas come short, I'm diggin ditches

M.P. pullin stripes, commander-in-chief

And fools run up wrong

Nigga, I'm knockin out some teeth

I'm down here slangin, rollin with these hustlers

Tryin to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas

Steppin on toes, brakin niggas nose

In the projects, nigga, anything goes

Breakin fools off cause I'm a No Limit soldier

At ease, and salute this pass me the dolja

Chorus (3X)

[Fiend]

Fiend exercising his right of exorcism

Bustin out the expedition, fully choppin hatas

Business til about the size of prisons, our mission

They heard we scary, No Limit mercenary

No tellin how bad it get, because the worse will vary

I heard you make em worry, that this for the loot

They intimidated by the rounds that the tank shoot

Tank dawgs salute!

Every robbery we score, cause they know

Everything Fiend know, mean mo money mo

Little Fiend still want the greens

The cornbread and the cabbage

In your hood remindin you bitches of who the baddest

Definitely the maddest, so the crime gon stick em

My ungh went twice (ungh, ungh)

And ended with nine, get em

Chorus (2X)

P gon make ya say Uuunnnggghhh!

I'm a make ya say Ahhh!

I'm not Eric B., but garauanteed to move this motherfuckin crowd

I stay on like light switches, money cause I like riches

Hittin nothin but tight bitches, call me, I might hit ya

Nigga make em say nah-n-nah, don't trip

After I bust yo shit, then after that say na-n-n-nah

I hang with niggas, I do my thang with niggas

They wanna know if I gangbang

Cause I hang with a whole gang of niggas

So when we connect bitch

Better respect this, I step quick

Cause I got a vicious right hand but ya know what?

My left is quick

Silkk, you the type of nigga that promotes violence

You might be right

Cause I'll step in the club and say somethin

To get that muthafucka to start fightin

Bitch, bad as vogues, I'm cold as you see me

Be Gs knockin niggas out ??? off 3-D

Peep D, the game that I spit

No Limit soldier cross my back

I run this muthafucka, TRU niggas

I betcha I'll make ya stay back

Chorus (2X)

[Mia X]

We capitolize and monopolize on everything we see

Keep pistols drawed and cocked

We got the industry locked, we can't be stopped, too hot

Check the spots that we got on billboards

The tank can set up roadblocks, we fadin all you hoes

Want some mo?

Then let's go, stretch you out like elastic

Zip that ass up in plastic, have ya folks pickin caskets

We drastic, our tactics is homegrown in the ghetto

So feel the wrath of this sista, it's like you fightin 10 niggas

Forget the baby boys, it's the biggest mama Mia

The unlady like diva, lyrical man eater, believe her

Or see her, and get that ass embarrassed

If you're a decision maker, guaranteed you'll get carried away

So stay in yo place, when ya hear mamma speakin

Cannons spray, clear the way, when ya see the tank creepin

Chorus (2X)

[Mystikal]

Hi i'm that nigga that rappers look up to

If they wanna know how to do it

It could be the little bitty skinny muthafucka

With the braids in his hair

Used to live on Tchopitoulus

I done paid my dues, but still playin the blues

Nigga play me like you was scared to lose

I'm still a fool, you ain't heard the news

I wasn't a No Limit nigga, but I made the move

I won't stop now, bitch, I can't stop

You cant stop me, so, bitch, don't try

We TRU soldiers, and we don't die

We keep rollin, n-n-nah-nah-nah

All aboard, it's like a band inside

The group going hallelujah

Niggas goin to war, got to fightin and shootin inside rumors

Little bitch sayin he there, we there, be where?

C there, Silkk there, Fiend there, Mamma there, P there

Ain't no salary cap, on top of my dollars

I roll with nothin, but them No Limit riders

I gets down nigga, I hold my tank up high

Watch how many bitches get wild, n-nah-n-nah

Chorus and fade