, red as your heart We some No Limit Soldiers You see No Limit is an army We some No Limit Soldiers You see No Limit is an army We still ballin' so
Översättning: Master P. Fortfarande Ballin '.
Limit Soldiers (We still ballin' so fuck what you think You broke niggaz keep hatin' you can't stop the tank) You see No Limit is an army {Master P}
's no way No way (No) Nowhere to turn. There's no way out. P. Diddy: I'm ready to call it quits from all this shit. Even resign from the niggaz I been balling
do I'm Mary Poppins, B And I'm Superman, mmm Mary P., Slim Shady Comin' at you So if you'll still be my baby girl Then I'll still be your superhero
ya own kinfolk They say "Diff'rent Strokes, it takes Diff'rent Strokes..." Man, fuck that bullshit Dogg, who you cool with? I'm down with Jay-Z, Master P
niggaz, louder, real niggaz, louder, louder Real niggaz, yo, real niggaz Yo, yo, yo, it's Funk Doc, I thought you knew P P P in the back an' they parkin
s so you mind too Your mind can't match mine when I do mine Call mine, my mouth is a fucking gold mine More chaws like monster jaws, I get ate like the balls
's in my veins I'm mixin' beam with coke and [Incomprehensible] And every time it's still just the same I tend to aim towards spittin thangs, it's classical so masterful
, it's kind of breezy With a tank on my neck that just might freeze me I'm scared of a Viper, she'd like to see that [Master P] You ever ate a cheeseburger
too Your mind can't match mine when I do mine Call mine, my mouth is a fucking gold mine More chaws like monster jaws, I get ate like the balls I
rip if you soft, you pissing me off Call me S.P., and I spit on your boss You can die 'coz this shit might happen to me But I'ma still happen to be,
you probably (The Low End Theory) {"Put some money on it"} You still doin shows for fifty seats Still writin rhymes 'bout LeBron that's with the Heat Still
N.Y. Show 'em how we do, what we do and why Keep ballin' in our ride, driving show, I pass 'em by You see our paper, haters hating but it's still all
motherfucker [Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P] [Young Bleed] Niggaz holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care [Master P]
it Hooked up with 8-ball and MJG Cause we tryin to get a meal ticket from these streets [Chorus:] Tryin to get a meal ticket [8X] [8-ball] 8-ball
t think you'll ever know the pain I wanta change [Chorus 4x] Lord know, picute me ballin trapped in this ghetto with my young G's callin Henacee and weed when they bury P
"No Limit Studios" "Yo nigga, whatcha'll workin' on?" "Nigga, who the fuck is this?" "This P, nigga, what's happenin?" "This ain't no mutha fuckkin' P
