| You in the ghetto |
| And you ain’t got no hustlin' skills? |
| Get down and give me ten private |
| (Where y’all at? Where y’all at? Where y’all at? Where y’all at?) |
| I don’t know what you’ve been told |
| (I don’t know what you’ve been told) |
| But, No Limit Soldiers came to rock 'n' roll |
| (But, No Limit Soldiers came to rock 'n' roll) |
| Where are all my whodis at? |
| (Where are all my whodis at?) |
| From the North to the South to the East to the West |
| (From the North to the South to the East to the West) |
| Thugged out what we 'bout? |
| (One two, knockin' boots) |
| Shinin' it out |
| (N O L I M I T) |
| Unnghh |
| See I’m a thug nigga, and I was born to die |
| I hang with drug dealers, that’s ready to ride |
| We got beef nigga, then we ready for war |
| I can’t sleep nigga 'til I have my enemies heart |
| I’m uptown on the blocks with the bricks ba-bay |
| Fiends roll up and get fixed ba-bay |
| Fifties and doves or the bic ba-bay |
| Smoke weed with my nigga but don’t trick ba-bay |
| Now if you step to one of my niggaz, then you steppin' to me |
| I heard you famous cat, but you don’t mean shit to me |
| I’m out that C P 3 and I’m a soulja for life |
| And all my real niggaz wild out from left to the right |
| I don’t know what you’ve been told |
| (I don’t know what you’ve been told) |
| But, No Limit Soldiers came to rock 'n' roll |
| (But, No Limit Soldiers came to rock 'n' roll) |
| Where are all my whodis at? |
| (Where are all my whodis at?) |
| From the North to the South to the East to the West |
| (From the North to the South to the East to the West) |
| Thugged out what we 'bout? |
| (One two, knockin' boots) |
| Shinin' it out |
| (N O L I M I T) |
| (What? What?) |
| Now how the war was won on, blocks in the hood |
| We got enemies then it’s, glocks we pulled |
| (What) |
| In God we trust nigga, I ain’t got no friends |
| (Ya heard?) |
| Souljarettes, they love, money and ends |
| You need some work? Meet me in the bricks nigga |
| You come short? I’ma wet your shirt nigga |
| It’s like Vietnam on the ghetto in these streets |
| You die how you live, the strong eat the weak |
| Red and blue rags for the souljas that be bangin' |
| And warriors on the wall for the souljas left hangin' |
| Twenty-one gun salute, for the souls on the street |
| And the souljas up in heaven, may you all rest in peace |
| (Ya heard me?) |
| Unnggh |
| I don’t know what you’ve been told |
| (I don’t know what you’ve been told) |
| But, No Limit Soldiers came to rock 'n' roll |
| (But, No Limit Soldiers came to rock 'n' roll) |
| Where are all my whodis at? |
| (Where are all my whodis at?) |
| From the North to the South to the East to the West |
| (From the North to the South to the East to the West) |
| Thugged out what we 'bout? |
| (One two, knockin' boots) |
| Shinin' it out |
| (N O L I M I T) |
| Them down South souljas they be ready to ride |
| And we can take it outside if you ready to ride |
| Them Midwest souljas they be ready to ride |
| And we can take it outside if you ready to ride |
| Them East Coast souljas they ain’t ready to ride |
| And we can take it outside if you ready to ride |
| Them West Coast souljas they be ready to ride |
| And we can take it outside if you ready to ride |
| Don’t start no shit it won’t be no shit |
| Let me tell you muh’fuckers who you fuckin' wit |
| Don’t start no shit it won’t be no shit |
| This No Limit army’s who you fuckin' wit |
| Wild out, wild out, No Limit is in and y’all out |
| Wild out, wild out, so y’all haters keep our name |
| Out y’all motherfuckin' mouth, hahah you heard me? |
| Ride ride niggaz, 'ah lah |
| (Ride ride) |
| (All the way to the motherfuckin' top of the charts, ya heart me?) |
| DJ’s, hut one, hut two, hut one, hut two |
| Hut one, hut two |
| DJ cut the fuckin' lights off 'cause I’m through |