Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
C-Murder
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
C-Murder
Composer
Mia X
Composer
Silkk the Shocker
Composer
Master P
Composer
David Garcia
Composer
Richard Anthony Jones Jr.
Composer
Edward Knight
Composer
Craig Lawson
Composer
Mckinley Phipps Jr.
Composer
Daniel Garcia
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
KLC
Producer
Lyrics
This goes out to all my thug niggas and bitches out there (soldiers)
(At ease, salute, C-Murder) all the motherfucking riders out there
Representing (its motherfucking no limit up)
'Bout it, 'bout it, rowdy-rowdy (woo-woo, ohh)
Soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, soldiers
Huh nigga what, I'm a soldier (we soldiers)
Huh nigga what, we soldiers (we soldiers)
Huh nigga what, we soldiers (we soldiers)
I'm a soldier (I'm a soldier)
Huh nigga what, I'm a soldier (I'm a soldier)
Huh nigga what, I'm a soldier (I'm a soldier)
Huh nigga what, I'm a soldier (I'm a soldier)
All I wanna be is a soldier (I'm a soldier)
I'm a motherfucking no limit soldier
I'm a no limit soldier, 'til I'm dead you can't worry me (you can't worry me)
I represent the tank, 'til a bitch nigga bury me (nigga bury me)
True on my back, initiated in blood (true on my back, initiated in blood)
'Bout it niggas start fighting when I walk in the club
You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues
And you could I'm a killer, by the way a nigga bleed (by the way a nigga bleed)
Forever True roll, to your motherfucking city (to your motherfucking city)
If I come to a show, I've got a hundred thugs with me (I've got a hundred thugs with me)
Scream no limit 'cause I'm in it, I represent it (I represent it)
I never met a tank dawg, that didn't business (ohh)
We killers by niggas, counting millions in paper (counting millions in paper)
Lieutenant, of a label full of soldiers nigga (soldiers)
Huh nigga what, we soldiers (soldiers)
Huh nigga what, we soldiers (huh nigga what, we soldiers)
Nigga, nigga, nigga, mercenary killers street, hustlers and dealers
Nigga ghetto millionaires captains, colonels, lieutenants
We packing G's niggas, stackin' Ki's niggas, M-16, 45 AK's, niggas follow me
Dumping, niggas started humping, I ain't Donald Trump
But I keep the ghetto niggas and bitches jumping
Huh nigga what, we soldiers (huh nigga what, we soldiers)
Huh nigga what, we soldiers (huh nigga what, we soldiers)
Let's get ready to fucking rumble
No limit soldier nigga, that's who
Tank around my neck represent respect nigga
Body it full of fucking tattoos
All my billions heal me
Its the drugs and bud, nigga clique for the common soldier
Drug dealers, real niggas and thugs
'Cause I'm bitch, I'm a soldier fool, I thought I told ya
Ammunition fully loaded, camouflaged Range Rover
Against all odds, true niggas don't fall, nigga we ball
Nigga army fatigue, nigga weed up in my draws
You don't wanna take no poor wreck, in my hand, holding your bag
About face salute, you've been recruited so throw up your, soldier rag
Nigga when the tank come through put some pep
In your motherfucking step
Fuck the rep, I'm a soldier told you that's till death (womp-womp)
Nigga this Fiend, I'm a surviving soldier (soldier)
You could tell by my breed or my feed, 'cause if I bleed
Its a color fatigues, see my greed keep me hungry
I'm a no Limit spar, wanna get it on
When your gone blows, from the tank up on your lawn
Was born to bust out vehicles, protecting my people
Ain't no sequel blasting and rapping and my fool and I'm lethal
They gon' understand, how to keep us so planned
And how the fuck we stay on billboards, more than the marbolo man (we soldiers)
Huh-huh-huh nigga what, we soldiers
Huh nigga what we soldiers (woah)
And to them fake soldiers, below the street lights
We watch them die holding their riches and they bitches
Digging up ditches for the snitches in this ghetto
Will it happen, making some white rapping checking out my toes
Tell my hoes, I never rest 'til they murder my foes
When a cop done shot, when a cop done dug and I watched them bullets pass me
Looking at my camouflage
Making sure they didn't blast me
When I die, bury me in my camouflage 'cause I'll be down with
My thug motherfuckers, other niggas ride 'til its over
We gon' live and breath soldiers
I'm still on more times (uh), trying to pay the bills with ryhmes
Criminal thoughts makes my nine in the picture much clearer
Its the biggest diva, mama cat off the top
Open shot on your block and drop the shit your system's got knocked
What no limit soldiers kicking up dust, in your face
Rowdy-rowdy when we march in the place, we face
None nigga don't you ever come fucked up
Trying stun off flex, you'll get more holes than a hair net
Miss X, be the one, true soldiers call mama
Drama regulator, lyrical lady alligator
Fade your motherfuckers now, whatcha-whatcha want to do
Bitch we coming through, 'bout to run over you, we true
Huh nigga what, we soldiers (huh nigga what, we soldiers)
Huh nigga what, we soldiers (huh nigga what, we soldiers)
Steel toed boots, camouflaged down, with the soldier strut
Sound of defeat, counting on what, then
Get out the way niggas duck, nigga what
Guerilla warfare, should of had your ass about there
With this impact display, rip through backs and still we get somewhere
Oh yea nigga what you gone do, step to the tank
Have niggas fight on who gone shoot you
Big Ed is a captain, attention, salute, carry on as you were
Getting rowdy, with the tank dawg troops
When the tank roll up, its like ten bombs blown up
My military comrades don't give a single solitary fuck
Pull the gat off the shelf, niggas gone shit on they shelf
My warriors want more war mentality, drug dealing
Fatality, fuck your feelings, use my gun for proficent killings
P gave the order, Kane & Abel is willing
Spitting ammunition, leaving loved ones missing
Come out this week, we pistol whipping, making sure you listen (we soldiers)
Huh nigga what, we soldiers (we soldiers)
Huh nigga what, we soldiers (uhh)
I'm a buffalo soldier, smoking doja
45 caliber armered pistol when I load, I could stop a bulldozer
March there with my army, I get marched over
Before you disrespect me, you better serve a hundred Octobers in Angola
(Hoo) as you were bitch, stay still, lay low
You fucking better knock a hole in every ball in your, A-hole
I'm marching with my AK (one-two-three)
Ya'll niggas wanna be like us, but it ain't gone be (but it ain't gone be)
Huh nigga what, we soldiers (we soldiers)
Writer(s): Percy Miller, Michael L. Tyler, Mc Kinley Jr Phipps, Richard Jones, Craig Lawson, Mia Young, D Garcia, Vyshonn King Miller, Corey Miller, Edward Knight
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