(Intro [Master P])



What's up niggas and bitches.

It's the muthafuckin kisarme.

It's No Limit, Master P.

Im'a introduce y'all to the muthafuckin,

one of the hardest liuetenants on the tank, Mystikal.

We was all born to be soldiers.

See, these evil thoughts,

they was scarred into our muthafuckin souls from these wars,

the streets, the ghetto, the hood. The ghetto.



[Chorus X 7]



[Master P]



Bitch, I'm a soldier!

[Mystikal]

I was born to be a soldier!



[Mystikal]



Ah, ATTEN!

Hoo! Muthafuckas don't you move

I got what is takes to make your ass feel (?)

You don't wanna rest in this parade

No Limit soldiers throwin grenades!

Strictly, heavy artillery, calm and gunnin

I got your ground troops runnin from INCOMING!

Go, go go go, the future caliber

Bout to rip your (?) vest, split your capita

The niggas be marchin in the land camp

Bitch we ghetto soldiers, the streets is what made us!

No LVE's, no MRE's

But we kill our enemies, and drive humvees!



[Chorus X 5]



[Master P]



Born, to be, a muthafuckin soldier

The colonel don't play about tha tank

Money in the bank, make niggas thank

At ease when we rap, salute cause we strapped

Fools run they trap, soldiers bust caps

Fools die a million deaths, solider dies once

Put that on my gold keys, my gat, and my blunt

Candy painted hummer, triple gold D's

We bout it, eyes on our CREAM cause we rowdy

Battle kicked advil, niggas load they carriages

Weapons on the mayor of the cash cause I know character

I'm ready to bust keys, niggas I'm from New Orleans

Niggas are fuckin, slanging them trees

They