| Song | No Limit Soldiers |
| Artist | Tru |
| Album | Tru 2 Da Game |
| Whazzup with all y'all tru niggaz | |
| Uuhhh, at ease! | |
| And truettes | |
| Rest of my soldiers out there, kevin miller | |
| This ya motherfuckin colonel | |
| Rest in peace tupac | |
| Of the motherfuckin team | |
| And all y'all up there soldiers | |
| Whazzup big boz, nigga! | |
| Master p | |
| I got c-murder with me | |
| T-scot | |
| L.d. | |
| Silkk the shocker | |
| Big mo | |
| Gangsta t | |
| And you know what? | |
| Big man | |
| We no limit soldiers -- i thought i told ya (repeat 6x) | |
| Mr. serv on | |
| Mia x | |
| Klc | |
| Mo b. dick | |
| Craig b | |
| Hope nigga! | |
| So bitch get ya mind right -- i thought i told ya (repeat 2x) | |
| Kane and abel | |
| Skull duggery | |
| We no limit soldiers -- i thought i told ya (repeat 2x) | |
| T-r-u | |
| All y'all motherfuckin tru soldiers | |
| Verse one: master p | |
| Nigga, i'm bustin me locs, but i'm hittin em down with jokes | |
| Y'all niggaz on the rope, got your hoe on da scope | |
| Bitches watching me, jockin me, nigga blockin me, cockin me | |
| Cause i'm the hardest motherfucker, out here rockin | |
| I got the game in shades, got the niggaz in blades | |
| I got them hoes on a raid, because the nigga gettin paid | |
| I've got, niggaz from coast, slangin my dope | |
| Got niggaz and g's, and rollin keys keys to record sto's | |
| Get paid wit fatals, niggaz harder than cato | |
| Nigga turnin the tables, but niggaz livin like potatoes | |
| Get chopped up in game, niggaz runnin my name | |
| Master p up in chain, is he dead he's a man | |
| But i be bustin, hustlin, niggaz ain't trustin | |
| I'm a soldier, that's why niggaz ain't trustin | |
| No bitch or no nigga, hoe or no sucka | |
| Fiend or no clucker, but ready to hustle | |
| With boulders, bigga than yo' shoulders | |
| Runnin from the rollers, gone on that doja | |
| Cause cowards despise, soldiers we ride | |
| Killers with attitudes, but ready to die | |
| Cause chickens get plucked, hoes get fucked | |
| Turkeys get stuck, and niggaz get cuffed | |
| Ready for combat, my gat with my hard hat | |
| Strapped with my crew and my niggaz and all that | |
| Down for whatever, niggaz straight rowdy | |
| Ask any motherfucker in america they'll tell ya, we bout it | |
| Soldiers out there tech, bustin don't think | |
| Lose ya life if you blink | |
| Fuckin with them soldiers on the tank, cause | |
| Chorus: master p | |
| We no limit soldiers -- i thought i told ya (repeat 8x) | |
| Verse two: silkk the shocker | |
| Let's get ready to rumble, them niggaz stumble | |
| Hit em with left blows | |
| Fuck it got death blows | |
| Ready to got to war? let's go! | |
| We killas and realas, drug dealers and killers, fuck it | |
| No limit soldiers, close your eyes | |
| Now picture me foldin dollar bills | |
| I stay fuckin tru, nigga fuck it, nigga do ya | |
| Nigga i come to life and i scare all y'all bustas like freddy kruger | |
| Gangstafied nigga, true to the game nigga | |
| Stay fuckin pullin triggas, fuck up all y'all niggaz | |
| Cause i'm so fuckin t-r-u, representin i thought you knew | |
| Cause killas killas killas | |
| That's all i be around, nigga fuckin fool | |
| About face, this no limit soldier | |
| One to the two to the three (hah hah) | |
| Nigga i tried to told ya | |
| Everybody quiet.... while i load up this rifle (attention!) | |
| Now all my soldiers start fightin | |
| It's time -- to go deep cover | |
| Get to whoopin like danny glover, smother like jelly | |
| Really, go deep like jim kelly | |
| Fuck it, all y'all bustas open up y'all belly | |
| Think we playin bitch, well we ain't | |
| I heard we had drama motherfucker | |
| Put up the benz and now we drive the tank | |
| Cause all i want to be was a soldier | |
| All i want to be was a soldier, soldier | |
| Chorus 1/2 | |
| Verse three: c-murder | |
| I'm a no limit motherfuckin soldier till i die | |
| We run this place, and i say the same shit, with a gun up in my face | |
| I ain't scared to die, bitch like i said before, hoe | |
| 3rd ward, i'm from that motherfuckin calliope | |
| Projects supported worldwide by drug dealers | |
| Transformin wimpy ass niggaz into killers | |
| Taking over, worldwide, doin shows oversea | |
| Bringing bitches to the telly, put them hoes upon they knees | |
| Gangstafied, like my motherfuckin homies kane and abel | |
| No limit, the world's number one fuckin rap label (worldwide) | |
| Competition get smoked like we smokin blunts | |
| I take a playa hata and knock out his fuckin fronts | |
| Dope slanga, now i'm slangin cd's | |
| A million records (platinum), it used to be some quarter keys | |
| Tru tattooed on my back bitch thats my click | |
| Ready to hop into some motherfuckin gangsta shit | |
| I say no limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody | |
| Organized by p or should i say, john gotti | |
| Real niggaz, put ya guns up if ya feel me | |
| But if ya talk shit, bitch ya betta kill me | |
| Like skull i'm a hoodlum 4 life, i told ya | |
| We be some motherfuckin no limit tru soldiers | |
| Chorus 1/2 | |
| Verse four: mia x | |
| Hard times got my mind on cock, and massive thoughts be the plot | |
| Top priorities the family dope and royalty | |
| My loyalty, fiends with a gang of true niggaz | |
| No colors, just a bunch of ignorant motherfuckers | |
| Trust my pen is an infa-red | |
| Hollow-tips be my lyrics dipped in venom when i send em | |
| They split ya head (pssssh) wide open | |
| My rhymes on fire blood, but you can't smoke ne'er a one | |
| Don't try to come, don't even touch the mic | |
| My shit so tight, it's more correct than right, when i recite | |
| Absolutely, you booty-ass hoes and niggaz | |
| Perpetratin behind water gun triggers | |
| Hurry up and figure out that studio gotti's catch hotties to the mouth | |
| Who got that clout, don't act surprised cause it's that bitch from the south | |
| Mia x hoes, you don't want no problems | |
| Get so much respect, even yo' niggaz call me momma, the biggest one | |
| To come stompin out the n.o., the crescent | |
| Testin, chin-checkin, wreckin when i'm flexin on your whole crew | |
| Who wants to go to war with this lyrical arsenist | |
| Ya talkin shit, i'll having ya runnin for the thesaurus, cause i'm walkin wit | |
| The big dogs without hesitation, unlady like as ever | |
| Full of, verbal annhilation | |
| Escaping, po-po's chasin, want ta catch me but they cain't | |
| I made em think, and now they too scared to run up on the tank | |
| No limit, you can start it, but we niggaz is the hardest | |
| To deal wit, keeps the steel, and the plastics to peel wit | |
| In reach, so we can touch yo' ass | |
| And leave a bout it scarf on ya face, we soldiers | |
| Chorus 3/4 | |
| I thought i told ya | |
| Tru niggaz wave ya guns, show ya tattoos | |
| Soldiers foe life nigga | |
| Jumpin off the tank | |
| Stay true to the gizame |
| Whazzup with all y' all tru niggaz | |
| Uuhhh, at ease! | |
| And truettes | |
| Rest of my soldiers out there, kevin miller | |
| This ya motherfuckin colonel | |
| Rest in peace tupac | |
| Of the motherfuckin team | |
| And all y' all up there soldiers | |
| Whazzup big boz, nigga! | |
| Master p | |
| I got cmurder with me | |
| Tscot | |
| L. d. | |
| Silkk the shocker | |
| Big mo | |
| Gangsta t | |
| And you know what? | |
| Big man | |
| We no limit soldiers i thought i told ya repeat 6x | |
| Mr. serv on | |
| Mia x | |
| Klc | |
| Mo b. dick | |
| Craig b | |
| Hope nigga! | |
| So bitch get ya mind right i thought i told ya repeat 2x | |
| Kane and abel | |
| Skull duggery | |
| We no limit soldiers i thought i told ya repeat 2x | |
| Tru | |
| All y' all motherfuckin tru soldiers | |
| Verse one: master p | |
| Nigga, i' m bustin me locs, but i' m hittin em down with jokes | |
| Y' all niggaz on the rope, got your hoe on da scope | |
| Bitches watching me, jockin me, nigga blockin me, cockin me | |
| Cause i' m the hardest motherfucker, out here rockin | |
| I got the game in shades, got the niggaz in blades | |
| I got them hoes on a raid, because the nigga gettin paid | |
| I' ve got, niggaz from coast, slangin my dope | |
| Got niggaz and g' s, and rollin keys keys to record sto' s | |
| Get paid wit fatals, niggaz harder than cato | |
| Nigga turnin the tables, but niggaz livin like potatoes | |
| Get chopped up in game, niggaz runnin my name | |
| Master p up in chain, is he dead he' s a man | |
| But i be bustin, hustlin, niggaz ain' t trustin | |
| I' m a soldier, that' s why niggaz ain' t trustin | |
| No bitch or no nigga, hoe or no sucka | |
| Fiend or no clucker, but ready to hustle | |
| With boulders, bigga than yo' shoulders | |
| Runnin from the rollers, gone on that doja | |
| Cause cowards despise, soldiers we ride | |
| Killers with attitudes, but ready to die | |
| Cause chickens get plucked, hoes get fucked | |
| Turkeys get stuck, and niggaz get cuffed | |
| Ready for combat, my gat with my hard hat | |
| Strapped with my crew and my niggaz and all that | |
| Down for whatever, niggaz straight rowdy | |
| Ask any motherfucker in america they' ll tell ya, we bout it | |
| Soldiers out there tech, bustin don' t think | |
| Lose ya life if you blink | |
| Fuckin with them soldiers on the tank, cause | |
| Chorus: master p | |
| We no limit soldiers i thought i told ya repeat 8x | |
| Verse two: silkk the shocker | |
| Let' s get ready to rumble, them niggaz stumble | |
| Hit em with left blows | |
| Fuck it got death blows | |
| Ready to got to war? let' s go! | |
| We killas and realas, drug dealers and killers, fuck it | |
| No limit soldiers, close your eyes | |
| Now picture me foldin dollar bills | |
| I stay fuckin tru, nigga fuck it, nigga do ya | |
| Nigga i come to life and i scare all y' all bustas like freddy kruger | |
| Gangstafied nigga, true to the game nigga | |
| Stay fuckin pullin triggas, fuck up all y' all niggaz | |
| Cause i' m so fuckin tru, representin i thought you knew | |
| Cause killas killas killas | |
| That' s all i be around, nigga fuckin fool | |
| About face, this no limit soldier | |
| One to the two to the three hah hah | |
| Nigga i tried to told ya | |
| Everybody quiet.... while i load up this rifle attention! | |
| Now all my soldiers start fightin | |
| It' s time to go deep cover | |
| Get to whoopin like danny glover, smother like jelly | |
| Really, go deep like jim kelly | |
| Fuck it, all y' all bustas open up y' all belly | |
| Think we playin bitch, well we ain' t | |
| I heard we had drama motherfucker | |
| Put up the benz and now we drive the tank | |
| Cause all i want to be was a soldier | |
| All i want to be was a soldier, soldier | |
| Chorus 1 2 | |
| Verse three: cmurder | |
| I' m a no limit motherfuckin soldier till i die | |
| We run this place, and i say the same shit, with a gun up in my face | |
| I ain' t scared to die, bitch like i said before, hoe | |
| 3rd ward, i' m from that motherfuckin calliope | |
| Projects supported worldwide by drug dealers | |
| Transformin wimpy ass niggaz into killers | |
| Taking over, worldwide, doin shows oversea | |
| Bringing bitches to the telly, put them hoes upon they knees | |
| Gangstafied, like my motherfuckin homies kane and abel | |
| No limit, the world' s number one fuckin rap label worldwide | |
| Competition get smoked like we smokin blunts | |
| I take a playa hata and knock out his fuckin fronts | |
| Dope slanga, now i' m slangin cd' s | |
| A million records platinum, it used to be some quarter keys | |
| Tru tattooed on my back bitch thats my click | |
| Ready to hop into some motherfuckin gangsta shit | |
| I say no limit loud, cause we ain' t scared of nobody | |
| Organized by p or should i say, john gotti | |
| Real niggaz, put ya guns up if ya feel me | |
| But if ya talk shit, bitch ya betta kill me | |
| Like skull i' m a hoodlum 4 life, i told ya | |
| We be some motherfuckin no limit tru soldiers | |
| Chorus 1 2 | |
| Verse four: mia x | |
| Hard times got my mind on cock, and massive thoughts be the plot | |
| Top priorities the family dope and royalty | |
| My loyalty, fiends with a gang of true niggaz | |
| No colors, just a bunch of ignorant motherfuckers | |
| Trust my pen is an infared | |
| Hollowtips be my lyrics dipped in venom when i send em | |
| They split ya head pssssh wide open | |
| My rhymes on fire blood, but you can' t smoke ne' er a one | |
| Don' t try to come, don' t even touch the mic | |
| My shit so tight, it' s more correct than right, when i recite | |
| Absolutely, you bootyass hoes and niggaz | |
| Perpetratin behind water gun triggers | |
| Hurry up and figure out that studio gotti' s catch hotties to the mouth | |
| Who got that clout, don' t act surprised cause it' s that bitch from the south | |
| Mia x hoes, you don' t want no problems | |
| Get so much respect, even yo' niggaz call me momma, the biggest one | |
| To come stompin out the n. o., the crescent | |
| Testin, chincheckin, wreckin when i' m flexin on your whole crew | |
| Who wants to go to war with this lyrical arsenist | |
| Ya talkin shit, i' ll having ya runnin for the thesaurus, cause i' m walkin wit | |
| The big dogs without hesitation, unlady like as ever | |
| Full of, verbal annhilation | |
| Escaping, popo' s chasin, want ta catch me but they cain' t | |
| I made em think, and now they too scared to run up on the tank | |
| No limit, you can start it, but we niggaz is the hardest | |
| To deal wit, keeps the steel, and the plastics to peel wit | |
| In reach, so we can touch yo' ass | |
| And leave a bout it scarf on ya face, we soldiers | |
| Chorus 3 4 | |
| I thought i told ya | |
| Tru niggaz wave ya guns, show ya tattoos | |
| Soldiers foe life nigga | |
| Jumpin off the tank | |
| Stay true to the gizame |