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(feat. Mia X) [Mia X] New Jersey soulja boys brangin noise to the N.O. The flava mama nedded for her gumbo For show tho no mistakes allowed Gotta keep da crowd amped yo The fittest of the fits survive boot camp No such word as cant y'all in my fam Now military minded, lyrically keep the competition blinded, make 'em rewind it And wanna bite it stand your ground take charge Worldwide they postin signs beware of baby tank doggs You gettin larger flotiup, your name is blowin up da map Adolescent stackin mines a foot taller than Shaq CD's and Segas now, college funds stop we want some New kids for mom and pops kids did I forget to mention A lifetime of shinin bringin changes to da youth Ladies scream you to curt and you camoflouge shots The bomb to no limit's future hip hop's young gunz Lil' Soldiers mama Mia's last sons [Chorus x2: freequan] O got thank in my hand (what!!) what you got [x4] we keep the rhymes hot, we got ya mind shot Songtexte[Ikeim (freequan)] It ain't no limit to my skills (skittills) Y'all cats betta chill (chiddill) Pop got the pro Mia X captain wit it (wit it) Young soldiers my toka is for the older Illa when I grow up pina and Pepsi cola Spanish mama hola (hola), I'm shovern costanova You go do coddie show nough, big tanks when we roll up No Limit sect I'm in it seein who's my friend Out to take my mama on a tripo to the Carribeans What you seein is a 7 year-old Master P we gone ball (uh-uh) I'm outta control The beat stops I probably still flow I'm young but I count do a hit not offense yo So I cant's get of the d-lou Beats by the Pound, hold it down You know the stillou and P.A. to the Calliope of Cali Pause to Harlem but it pause gotta pell a rhyme I freak every work all the time If you ain't wit me you outta line No Limit so we got to shine (what) Shine cats we is the bomb my boy Me cleaner than a laundry mat Never comin wack (comin wack) My 8-year old friend his name tend to go to castout Got ill rymes for y'all but they offend Take the boulders out this rap game Ny whole fam got skills that's how I got da record deal I'm i-k-e-i-m sizzin to him Sixteen balls from a young star Pop says we is the all stars buying houses and new cars My mom never knew me y'all, the no limit love never ends Down wit Master, Silkk the Shocker from New Orleans Y'all we gone do our thing now you hear me don't miss things Flik it wen the beat breaks; me and Master P is no mistake He sign us the day showed love for another day [chorus x2] Aus Songtexte Mania