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*dialtone, touch tone buttons being pushed, phone rings twice*No Limit Studios, whassup? Who dis is? Who dis is?Nigga, this Rappin 4-Tay, who is this? Oh dis PP?! *said with disbelief* Yeah dis P!P?! (Yeah) Well if this P lemme hear ya say ungggggggggggh UngnGNGYAHAHgngnnghh *voice cracking*This ain't no motherfuckin P! Man, hang the phone up[MP] Ungggggghh, na-nah na-nah[MP] Make em say UNGGGGGGH (UNGGGGGGH) Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah)[Master P]Nigga, I'm the colonel of the motherfuckin tankY'all after big thangs, we after big bank3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in combatsConvicts and dealers, and killers with TRU tatsNever gave a fuck bout no hoes on our richesAnd niggaz come short, I'm diggin ditchesM.P. pullin stripes, commander-in-chiefAnd fools run up wrong, nigga I'm knockin out some teethI'm down here slangin, rollin with these hustlersTryin to get rid of all you haters and you bustasSteppin on cold, break a niggaz noseIn the projects niggaz anything goesBreakin fools off cause I'm a No Limit soldierAt ease now salute, this pass me the dojaChorus: Master P and No LimitMake em say UNGGGGGGH (UNGGGGGGH)Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah)(repeat 3X)[Fiend]Fiend exercisin this right, of exorcism bustin out the expeditionBullets choppin haters business to about the size of prisms our missionThey heard we scary, No Limit mercenaryNo tellin how bad it get, because the worst'll varyI heard you make em worry, that this for the lootThey intimidated by the rounds that the tank shootTank Dogs salute! Every robbery in store, cause they knoweverything Fiend know, mean mo' money mo'Little Fiend still want the greens, the cornbread and the cabbageIn your hood, remindin you bitches of who the baddestDefinitely the maddest, so the crime gon' stick em upMy UNGGGGGGH went twice (ungh, ungh)And ended with nine, get emChorus (2X)[Silkk the Shocker]P gon' make ya say UNGGGGGGH, I'ma make you say OWWWWWWWWI'm not Eric B but guaranteed to Move this motherfuckin CrowdI stay on like light switches, money, cause I like richesHittin nothin but tight bitches, call me, I might hit yaNigga make em say nah-nah-nah, don't tripAfter I bust yo' shit, then after that say na-nah-nah-nahI hang with niggaz, I do my thang with niggaz (unggggh)They wanna know if I gangbang, cause I hang with a whole gang of niggazSo when, we connect bitch better respect this, I step quickCause I got a, vicious right hand but ya know what? My left is quick!Silkk, you the type of nigga that promotes violence? You might be rightcause I'll step in the club and say somethinto get that motherfucker start to, fightin!! (Bout it!!)Bad as vogues, I'm cold, extra see through?P-G? never fuckin knockin niggaz cause I make em all see 3-DAnd P-D's the game that I spit, No Limit Soldiers got my backI run this motherfucker, TRU niggazAnd I, betcha y'all niggaz ya say, "Bet!"Chorus (2X)[Mia X]We capitalize and monopolize on everything we see keep pistols drawedand cocked, we got the industry locked, we can't be stopped, too hotCheck the spots that we got, on BillboardThis Tank can set up roadblocks, we fadin all you hoesWant some mo? Then let's go, stretch you out like elasticZip that ass up in plastic, have ya folks pickin casketsWe drastic, our tactics is homegrown in the ghettoSo feel the wrath of this sista, it's like you fightin 10 niggazForget the baby boys, it's the biggest mamma MiaThe Unlady Like diva, lyrical man eater, believe herOr see her, and get that ass embarrassedIf you're a decision maker, guaranteed you'll get carried awaySo stay in yo' place, when ya hear mamma speakinCannon spray, clear the way, when ya see The Tank creepinChorus (2X)[Mystikal]HiI'm that nigga that rap and stick-up Joe when they won't know how to do itYou could be the little bitty skinny motherfucker with the braids in his hairUsin limos and choppers tooI done paid my dues, but still played the bluesNigga play me like you was scared to loseI'm still a fool, you ain't heard the newsI was a No Limit nigga, makin major movesI won't stop now, bitch, I can't stopYou can't stop me, so bitch don't try weWe TRU soldiers, we don't dieWe keep rollin, na-nah-nah-nah-nahAll aboard, bitch it's like a choir insideThe group goin hallelujahNiggaz goin to war, got to fightin and shootin inside rumorsBitches be sayin he there, we there, BEWARE!!!C there, Silkk there Fiend there, Mamma there, P thereAin't no salary cap, on top of my dollarsI roll with nothin, but them No Limit ridersI gets down nigga, I hold my tank up highWatch how many bitches get wild, na-nah na-nahChorus and fademore