It's christmas time nigga
Well muthafuckin merry christmas and new years nigga (ha,ha)
Y'all didn't think we was gonna do it again
Got them make 'em say ughhh (ughhh)
Got the world screaming my name
>from every soldier to soldierette
>from every killer to cadet
Tru niggas march playas step
I'm a muthafucking no limit soldier
How us young black thugs made history
We be some tru niggas on the rise
And we gonna ball till we fall
Two shots to my dead niggas on the wall
Captain of a bunch a ghetto millionaires on the rise
And much respect like them muthafucking wise guys
Tru tattooed on my back and arm hoe
And represent the south 3rd ward calliope
Like cocked 9's or spray painted stop signs
Down to a gun call all from a phone call
I done been through it all
Well you forgot my name fiend
And soldiers show that there bowdy rowdy
The one tighter than some new j's
Bout getting some to plays
That get me funky for few days
Y'all remember me I'm the one they call mr. magic
Voted least to succeed but I'm back to let cha have it
Now I'm moving on y'all can't stop the tank I'm wit
If you fuck wit me be guaranteed bitch that your head gonna split
Who make y'all scream the loudest
That master p boys get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it
Respect the tank or get your ass rolled over
By this 200 & 20 lb. 9th ward bulldozer
You bet it's me the only one to spell everything out
The nigga to snatch your muthafucking neck
If you ain't got no muthafucking respect
The soldier that been holding back for years
Cause niggas scared of my muthafucking bite
P done let lossen up the streets
Believe me nigga you ain't leaving this mothafucker
Even if you don't want to
I'ma hit you punch you kick you
I'm the rowdiest muthafucker up in this bitch
And I'll love to get witcha
Fuck you I'm wearing these leather support across my chest
So lower you tens if you don't respect
You know I'm from the 3rd bitch
You gone by casualty bitch
Mobbin with these nolimit tru shot callers,street brawlers
All the nigga don't fuck around
We ain't gonna tear your club up
But we gonna shut the bitch down
Lyrically I drown soldier hatas
Take you shake you and bake you
Split your decision maker
Wake up fire starters coming harder
Like he caught your mamma's lips around the neighbors dick
Y'all know her mama drama mia x hoes
You don't want no problems we soldiers
I hit you wit the - left, right , left
Nigga make some room back up back up
Bout to get right up in this bitch
Big ed the (assassin) watch me get my (blast on)
Then I (smash on) with my (mask on)
Full grown wit the brains blown
Then I fuck the shit out your old lady with my infamous dick
My entourage in camouflage
When you hear (ooh ooh oh) get the fuck out of dodge
Mista!! n-o-l-I-m-I to the t
The only person that can stop it is p
No tattle tails so many bitches I had to kill
Grabbed my steal soldiers from the heart
No killa boy luck killa in my heart
On the battlefield fuck y'all what
Y'all niggas hit the gates
So now I'm coming to get you next
Bomb on contact we can play fair
Y'all been warned sorry ones y'all can stay there
You can tell we some soldiers (right, right, right)
You can tell we some soldiers (when I say ahhh)
Everybody starts to fight! soldiers
Running from the breath fire coming from my windpipe
Bullet wounds pistol play muthafucking fist fight
Hiding in the tent with a motherfuckin chim light
There go the tank there come the round
Throwing grenade get on the ground
You might just get up without your head
You looking for trouble and that's what you found
Take a long time look around tryin to find
These niggas ain't trying to respect our minds
Shoot us, and stab us, and kick us, and cut us
But can't fuck with us when we combine
Get you everytime put your foot on the mine
Flyin metal when it highly explode don't matter how you put it
When you are telling a nigga bout me
Let it be known I'm a motherfucking soldier!
(bitch get your mind right)
(bitch get your mind right)
