Mystikal Follow

(Intro [Master P])What's up niggas and bitches.It's the muthafuckin kisarme.It's No Limit, Master P.Im'a introduce y'all to the muthafuckin,one of the hardest liuetenants on the tank, Mystikal.We was all born to be soldiers.See, these evil thoughts,they was scarred into our muthafuckin souls from these wars,the streets, the ghetto, the hood. The ghetto.Chorus: X 7[Master P]Bitch, I'm a soldier![Mystikal]I was born to be a soldier![Mystikal]Ah, ATTEN!Hoo! Muthafuckas don't you moveI got what is takes to make your ass feel (?)You don't wanna rest in this paradeNo Limit soldiers throwin grenades!Strictly, heavy artillery, calm and gunninI got your ground troops runnin from INCOMING!Go, go go go, the future caliberBout to rip your (?) vest, split your capitaThe niggas be marchin in the land campBitch we ghetto soldiers, the streets is what made us!No LVE's, no MRE'sBut we kill our enemies, and drive humvees!Chorus X 5[Master P]Born, to be, a muthafuckin soldierThe colonel don't play, I'm out that tankMoney in the bank, make niggas thankAt ease when we rank, salute cause we capFools run they trap, soldiers bust capsFools die a million deaths, solider dies oncePut that on my gold keys, my gat, and my bluntCandy painted hummer, triple gold D'sWe bout it, eyes on our CREAM cause we rowdyBattle kicked advil, niggas load they carriagesWeapons on the mayor of the cash cause I know characterI'm ready to bust keys, niggas (?)Niggas are fuckin, slanging them treesThey gon die in New OrleansChorus X 4[Silkk]I came out the muthafuckin womb, niggas wanna combat tankMy ghetto antics, my ghetto tacticsI smack quick, stick another gat nigga to your ass and acrobaticNigga what? Black, my M-16, is black bitchI was born to drop phat shitPunk your ass like a sac bitchYeah, I keep a gat bitch (?) I react quickBlow them soldiers, told ya, and that's itBut see, I set my shit off like a punt (Go, T, Go)We roll, I said we roll like a muthafuckin bluntSee, don't come stunt and don't try to frontI'm Silkk the Shocker, I snatch your ass like a muthafuckin duckI put on my camoflauge nigga, straight up my fuckin bootWhy would a muthafucka who ain't TRU laugh at old shootAbout face, salute!Tell I'ma soldier, by the way I talkTell I'ma soldier, by the way I march (Right, left, left)I was born to be a soldier!Chorus X 4[Fiend]Bringin bags and weedLil Fiend live by the soldiers creedOf broken no seed in the botton pockets of my fatiguesWar fatigues, playing live chess games with the chain(?) at the gun range, cause I'll bring painWhen I'm playing survival games, that's why I sport a vestBut niggas are put to rest, but got them right tatted on my chestI was best on my recon, started harm and disThe war from this, is that Fiend was born from thisScarred from this, so all the armies now go hideCause the crime design, stay from nine to fiveEnemies retire, and the bigger go up, till my gun show upNo Limit soldiers, the world blow up!Chorus X 3[Mac]Assassin, soldier, sniper, murdererSon of a bitch, arsonist, house burglarerBeen there, done most before the sun roseWe changin clothes, when the po po's chaseNarrow with the bass, got them hoes all in my faceAnd them fake niggas hate, so I started different waysAnd even when I'm dead and goneMy legacy'll live onTatoo me on your arm and tell niggas he got his rhyme onMurder murder kill killin and shit that I spitFor lunatics who be feelin this shitPut the gat in my face, I never squeal, nigga keep it realPops gave me the game, bout to bag a feelWe attack like the Men in BlackYou react, if you got a gatI'll never die, camoflauge in my veinI'll never change in the purple rainMy name manifest pain, I'm a soldierChorus X 8