What's up niggaz this is Peaches. Its the mothafucking cizzolonel.
Master P. And I'm gone introduce ya'll to one of the hardest lieutenants
on the tank, Mystikal. We was all born to be soldiers. See these evil thoughts,
it was scolded into our mothafucking souls from these walls. The ghetto nigga.
Bitch I'm a soldier I was born to be a soldier
Mystikal:
Attent hut mothafucka don't you move I got what it take to make your as feel
But first I'ma make your ass feel when we light your mothafucking hill Its never
no rest in this parade No Limit Soldiers throwing grenades Strictly, heavy artillery
call me gunning I got your ground troops running from INCOMING Go,go go go go
50 caliber Bout to rip your ?? vest, split your caviter Them niggaz be marching in the?
Bitch we ghetto soldiers, the streets is what made us No L-B-E no M-R-E But we kill
our enemies and drive hum v's
Chorus:
Master P:
Born to be a mothafucking soldier Colonel don't play I'm out that tank Money in the
bank, leave nigga stank At ease when we rap Salute cause we strapped Fools run they trap,
soldiers bust caps Fools die many deaths, soldier dies 1 Put that on my gold teeth my gats and
my blunts Candy painted hummer, triple goldies we bout it Eyes ever red gone off green cause
we rowdy ?? ?? niggaz go thru ?? Weapons down the barrel of a gat cause I'm no tattletail
I'm ready to bust these niggaz whoever got them g's nigga I'm fucking slanging them keys nigga
I'm from New Orleans nigga
Chorus:
Silkk:
I came out the mothafucking womb, nigga wore combat paint I fuck around my first words
be buck heads ?? fucking think My ghetto actics, my ghetto tactics, I
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