Soldiers   Be all you can be   This No Limit shit tho...   We in this for life   This not just a job baby   This an adventure, ya heard me?      Chorus:   Now if you real, keep it real   But if you fake, then you phony   Nigga   Go join the navy,   You can't fuck with this army      [Master P]   I gave a couple niggaz some tanks and I want 'em back   Nigga sent me some beats...But I don't want that   In '89 I had a Benz, you ain't had a buck   I bought your only fuckin house, and your first fuckin truck   You pawn your rolley boy?   Oh...you doin' bad?   Stop trickin' to them hoes, and you wouldn't be on your ass   Now when times got hard   You ran your mouth like a bitch   Sold your soul to the devil, when you ran with other cliques   You ain't no soldier boy   Take that tat off your stomach   Nigga talkin' bout he love me   But bitch you love my money   Now if greed come between me and my niggaz   May god bless his soul   And I hope he forgive me      Chorus      [Silkk The Shocker]   These fake niggaz gon' fall off   We gonna be around for a minute   Thats why niggaz, shoot shots and run   We stick around and finish   Now...see me dogg?   I'm around to win it   And I don't fuck around with you niggaz   Stop step the fuck away from around my Bentley   I'm bought to blow off these fake niggaz head   Sayin' "whats wrong with Slim?"   Them niggaz fake P   That's why theres no fuckin' songs with them   We put our money together   Just like we started with crack   We let a couple niggaz shine   We bought to take it back   You know its mic's now nigga   We started with gats   Let a nigga play me on the streets   So dogg, I ain't gonna start with this rap   Gonna let them fake niggaz go   Thats how we gonna settle down   If we hustle we stil be rich bitch...if we never rap      Chorus      P talking till the end of the song