{Chorus 2x - Krazy}   We some No Limit Soldiers   (We still ballin' so fuck what you think   You broke niggaz keep hatin' you can't stop the tank)   You see No Limit is an army      {Master P}   Nigga what what bitches callin' my name   Homies hut hut No Limit still in the game   See I'm a money making nigga like Bill Gates   Me and my lil cousin toss bitches from state to state   Lil' Beezy he off the heezy   He in the threezy smoking weezy   I don't give a fuck about you hatin' I'm chasin' fortune and fame   I got every ghetto bitch screamin my name   Nigga rap in the South I started that   It wasn't cool to be country til' I brought it back   Now y'all boys know y'all can't mess with me   Cause No Limit is a part of history      Chorus 2x      {Krazy}   I seen a nigga catch 30 rounds and live through it   You could tell he was a soldier and he knew it   Fuckin' wit me, my niggaz ???   Fuckin' wit me you better not leave the club   All it takes is some hennessy and I'm gone   Dressed in all back bitch I'm bout to follow you home   With my chopper   I release anger   Runnin' off in the dark like strangers   I don't give a fuck nigga if you like me   I told the same thing ???   Its easy   To bust a niggas skull plate   Half of you haters go to jail quick and to the state   You ain't ready      {Slay Sean}   Out of control ever since I got out the hold   Fuck a P.O. I ain't got time for parole   My nine it explodes every time its exposed   Once you see it you get it that's how No Limit rolls   Fold in your doors and hit you while you dead on the floor   Excuse me miss but we gotta take him straight to the morgue   Talkin' the talk knowin' he ain't walkin' the walk   Fuckin' with him is like me fuckin' with pork   I'm holdin' the fort for every person reppin' New York   Niggas front on No Limit ya ass is out when you caught   Fuck what you thought they'll find you lying dead on the porch   Clothes soiled your body red as your heart      Chorus 4x