Mia X: Don't start no

Master P talking: (Yo man you high yet?) Chorus: Don't start no shit it won't be no shit Let me tell you motherfuckers who you fucking wit Niggas say fuck ya'll bitches say fuck ya'll No limit soldiers we gon ball til' we fall Say niggas say fuck ya'll bitches say fuck ya'll No limit soldiers we gon ball til' we fall [Master P] Master P and Big momma we the Bonnie and Clyde of rap Nigga we strapped wit projects that's why we stay fully strapped And now the world wanna know why the fuck we a menace See how I make them say unhh then I came out with No limit But you see I hang with ex-convicts and motherfucking dealers And the world wanna P nigga is you really a killer Fuck the game I came to make change fuck the fame I came to put other motherfucking soldiers in the game And when I'm gone nigga I bet I make ghetto history But I don't give a fuck about my enemies cause I got my motherfucking tru niggas with me Silkk, C-Murder, Big Boz, and Mama Drama And I'm sending motherfucking one way tickets to the Bahamas See the ghetto got me stressed but fuck it I ain't gon cry But when I'm goneniugga make sure all my enemies die Chorus [C-Murder] Nigga ask yourself do youreally wanna fuck with this here Now think about it dog do you thinhk you gon see another year Bitch I'm Bossaline do you really know what the fuck that means That means that means I come to your set with no regrets and make you a dream See I'm deadlylike a motherfucking snake biting crack I've seen niggas with a fallen ? but they know they ain't never coming back I'm kinda like public service bitch I'll cut your lights off forever Bitch be spittin at your dome I'll get caught in rainy weather I rest in No Limit to the shit that I'll do you Nigga I'll cut your head off and send your body to a army look brutal Same shit when you cross my click you playa haters and snitches Tru niggas stick together so nigga fuck ya'll bitches Chorus [Mia X] Mama Mia southern girl fuck old susanna I totes Two blocks and rocks of camoflauge bandanna I keeps them on cock when I'm riding through the hood Cause soldier haters live for plottin something no good I wish you would try to get your rap an attested Mama I gots the kind of cash to make sure they never find ya I'm trying to do thre right and live my life in peace Help my soldiers make it better with the Colonel Master P But we can still get rowdy rowdy as fuck And we got millions of niggas riding with us Put em up for tru playas click tight for life And make shots at fake haters who ain't playin it right Chorus: repeat to end