Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Ed
Big Ed
Musician
Master P
Master P
Performer
C-Murder
C-Murder
Musician
Mr. Serv-On
Mr. Serv-On
Musician
Fiend
Fiend
Musician
Mia X
Mia X
Musician
Kane & Abel
Kane & Abel
Performer
Silkk the Shocker
Silkk the Shocker
Musician
Mac
Mac
Performer
Magic
Magic
Musician
Mystikal
Mystikal
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Silkk the Shocker
Silkk the Shocker
Composer
Ricky Jones
Ricky Jones
Composer
Corey Miller
Corey Miller
Composer
Awood Johnson
Awood Johnson
Composer
E. Smith
E. Smith
Composer
M. Young
M. Young
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
KLC
KLC
Producer

Lyrics

Oh yeah, what it's Christmas time ****?
Well motherfuckin' merry Christmas and happy new years ****, ha-ha
Y'all didn't think we was gon' do it again? Hah **** what?
M.P. be my name, from the ghetto to fame
Got to make 'em say uh (uhh!) and the world screamin my name
From every soldier soldierette, from every killer to cadet
Playa haters get wet, true **** march, playas step!
We no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya
We no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya
No, no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya
We no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya
I'm a motherfuckin' no limit soldier, it's a mystery
How a young black thug done made history
We true ****, on the rise, and we gon' ball 'til we fall
Two shots, for my dead **** on the wall
Captain, of a bunch of ghetto millionaires on the rise
And much respect like the motherfuckin' wise
Got true tattooed on my back and my armhole
And represent the South third, or the ghetto
I was raised in the streets like cocked
Nines, or spray paint and stop signs
Squeezers gettin' rocked down, needles, or the white lines
Second lines, petty crimes down, to a dome call
All from a phone call, I done been through it all
What you forgot my name Fiend, and I don't fuck around
And soldiers show they body rotted, when I come around
I'm Mr., Womp Womp, the one that's tighter than some new J's
About gettin' some two-play, it's gon' be funky for a few days
We no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya
We no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya
Y'all remember me? I'm the one they call Mr. Magic
40 Leads to succeed, but now I'm back to let you have it
Now I'm movin' on, you can't stop this tank I'm with
You fuck with me, P guarantee bitch yo' head gon' split
Aww shit, who make y'all scream the loudest? Who 'bout it?
That only Master P boys can get rowdy rowdy and 'bout it 'bout it
Respect the tank or get yo' ass rolled over
But is 220 pounds, nine ball bulldozer
You better believe you know me the one that spill everything out
The **** that'll snap yo' motherfuckin' neck
If you ain't got no motherfuckin' respect
The soldier that been holdin' back for years
'Cause **** scared of my motherfuckin' bite
But P done loosened up the straps and believe me ****
You ain't leavin' this motherfucker 'til everybody fight
Even if you don't want to I'ma hit you, punch you, kick you
I'm the rowdest motherfucker in this
Bitch and I'd love to get with you
Fuck you, I'm wearin' these letters across my stomach to show loyalty
If you don't respect our number one authority bitch
You gon' be a casualty bitch, I'm a soldier
Roundin' up my soldiers, scoopin' up my warriors
Mobbin' with these no limit true shot callers
Street brawlers, all us, **** don't fuck around
We ain't gon' tear your club up, boy we gon' shut the bitch down
Lyrically I drown soldier haters, I'm a lady alligator
Take ya shake ya then bake ya, split ya decision maker
Quaker, fire starters, comin' harder than your father's fist
Maybe caught your momma with her lips around a neighbor's dick
It's the, same bitch, y'all know her, momma drama
Mia X hoes, y'all don't want no problems, we soldiers
We no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya
We no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya
I hit you with the, left right left, then a roundhouse kick
**** make some room back up back up '
'Bout to get, right up in this bitch
Me get the (Sass on) watch me get my (Blast on)
Then I (Smash on) with my (Mask on)
Full grown, get your brains blown, with my infamous spit
Then I fuck the shit out yo' lady with my infamous dick
Get 'em up, hit 'em up, my entourage, in camouflage
When you hear (uh-oh ooh) get the fuck out and dodge
Mr. N-O, M-I, M-I to the T
Second in command when I get my demand for the person to stop it is P
No tattle tale, bitches I have killed, I grab steel
Soldier from start, no feelin boy, killer left my heart
On the battlefield, **** fuck y'all want?
Comin' through spittin', come through
Hittin', so y'all **** hit the deck
Bullets come through flippin', hit your ****
So now I'm comin to get you next
****, trained for combat, bomb on contact, **** we don't play, fair
Y'all been warned! It's on y'all, y'all stay there
You can tell we some soldiers (we strike like lightning)
You can tell we some soldiers
(when I say aah Everybody starts to fightin', told ya!)
We no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya
We no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya
No, no-no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya
We no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya
Left right left right, motherfucker I been tight
Runnin' from the rip fire comin from my whip pipe
Bullet wound pistol blade motherfucker fist fight
Hidin' in the tent with a motherfuckin' chem light
There go the tank (here comes the ride)
Throwin' grenades (get on the ground)
You might just get up without your head
You lookin for trouble then that what you found
Take a long time with the rhymes tryin to find
These **** ain't tryin to respect our mind
Want shooters and stabbers and kickers and cutters
But can't fuck with us, when we combined
Hit you every time put your foot on the mine
Time, metal when the time explode
Don't matter how you put it when you tell a **** 'bout me
Let it be known I'm a motherfuckin' soldier
We no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya
We no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya
No, no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya
We no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya
No, no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya
We no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya
We no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya (Bitch get your mind right)
We no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya (Bitch get your mind right)
Written by: Awood Johnson, Big Ed, Corey Miller, E. Smith, M. Young, Ricky Jones, Silkk the Shocker
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