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[Master P/C-Murder]
Where them n****s at
Where them n****s at
There them n****s go
[Master P]
F**k it, let's get em x4

I'm a motherfucking soldier
B***h I thought I told ya, I smoke your a** like doja
N****s mad cause my tapes selling like crack
Sold a million records, not one disc came back
You know, I gotta repre fuckin sent
My ghetto n****s got me getting paid like the president
But tru n****s don't yap about it (yap about it)
But when I do some gangsta s**t, you know I gotta rap about it
I left the dope on the motherfucking table
The feds mad cause we the number one rap label
No Limit records made history in this b***h
And it's a myth on how ghetto n****s getting rich
The whole world say they bout it bout it
I drop this ghetto s**t, and get my thug n****s rowdy
My tank dogs coming through, where them n****s at
Ready to hit em, P, pass me them thangs, let me get em

Chorus x4

P man, pass me them thangs and let me get em
I be damned if I don't kill a n***a
They shouldn't be fuckin with ya
They don't respect a f*****g soldier
They gonna roll or get rolled over, or get f****d over
Now I may be the first to go with, but you best believe
Thirty n****s came out here to get us, thirty n****s gonna bleed
I'm here to protect and serve my tank dogs
And any n***a that f**k with us
Colonel, get ready to go to war, I'm hitting hard
A made n***a, that's why they call me mister Magic
Busting that n****s that try it, Magic and laugh
I'm military minding, I don't second guess
Click clack blast, erasing n****s, it's all bad

Chorus x4

[Master P]
N***a I ride for scrilla, hang with dealers
Daddy wasn't home so I rode with them killers
And thug n****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 n****s how to get paid
Ran with some gangs, bank for some change
Third ward n****s don't play no f*****g games
Me and Silkk, C-Murder, we killers
Plus Magic together, a world of tru n****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 n****s, we mercenary soldiers.
We don't talk, we don't rap about n****s.
We all about getting our motherfucking paper.
A coward dies a million deaths, but a soldier only dies once n***a.
Real n****s, they play the motherfucking game they don't talk n***a.
Ha ha, yall fake a** n****s, yall think about it.
Rapping for the motherfucking white folks.
We independent black owned n***a.
Ghetto n****s, ha.
Real n****s and b*****s unite. Ha ha.
F**k fifteen percent n***a, I want the whole motherfucking wallet.
Talk to the n****s I feed n***a if you got problems

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