Featuring Master P and Mystikal       {Master P talking}    oh yeah you see this soldier thing we take this thing serious    you gotta be real to be a soldier    you gotta keep it tru eal    Ghetto Commission Mystikal and Master P    this to all the soldiers out there and soldierettes       Chorus:    I'm a soulja [soulja]    on this battlefield I'll die    and im wanted [wanted]    dead or alive    I'm a soulja [soulja]    in the steel tank I ride    and im wanted [wanted]    dead or alive       {Master P}    2 years flat [ughhhh]    but im back on my feet    and I hustle with the homies    cause y'all know mama gotta eat    give me my duties    cause we gon ball till we fall    see for No Limit I'll do anything    to put my name on the wall       {Mystikal}    even if I gotta shoot to kill on the battlefield    march from the ghetto to the top of the hill    im black and N-Oed tired of selling boulders    trying to keep it real still represent my soldiers    started from the bottom finished on the top    the wars not over cause the struggle don't stop    bullets in the chopper food in the pot    money in the bank and weed in my sock       {Commission #1}    see a coward dies a million deaths    but a soldier dies once    see don't blame No Limit fool    put it on these gats and these blunts    and the army had said    be all that you can be    I made a couple of boulders    now every ghetto kid can be p       {Chorus}       {Commission #2}    now im a marked man cause this flame on my arm    and the tank around my neck    wasn't expected to progress    now I hold the industry hostage    see it's famed Ghetto Commission    TSO till I die    my family consist of outlaws    and riders who ride    im a soldier living this soldiers life    flashing my ice    when if I get killed on the battlefield    then bury me with my steel and my mic    ghetto born ghetto raised    so I use my ghetto tactics    nine times outta ten    it results to the second lines and closed caskets    in the steel tank I ride    from the Westbank to the billboard spots    loved by few hated by many    but we still wont stop    climb from the bottom to the top    role with the platinum and gold    a commendation from the colonel    but still I gotta trunk of soul       {Chorus}       {Commission #3}    im a black dicabileras    Spanish for cowboy    a no limit soldier    that's rowdier than wild boy    I keeps a 4-5 in a holster    with a rifle across my shoulder    im a ghetto vet with a killer click    that wont hesitate to smoke ya    it's Ghetto Commission till I retire    im living larger than a sire    no limit symbolizes gas    and they done mixed up with some fire    peep that flame tatted on my arm    wont play when they causing harm    we irresponsible for our actions    you niggas duck and warn       {Commission #4}    I got a price on my head    because of the gold around my neck    and the tank on my chest    resting on my arm is a flame    I lost ride on the desert plain    made famous by wanted posters    keep a pistol in my holster    cause the laws are getting closer    role as a No Limit soldier    on our way to the bolder    with blood on my hand    from the last man to take a stand    against me and my clan    we wanted, dead or alive    believe it or not    they jealous of our billboard spot