You Don't Wanna Go 2 War

Artist: Mia X w/ TRU (Master P, C-Murder, Silkk) and Mystikal Album: Unlady Like Song: You Don't Wanna Go 2 War What's up all ya'll real soldiers? (Uuunnnggghhh!!!) All ya'll niggas in Baton Rouge. (It's MP, MP! MP) Shreveport. (the muthafuckin colonel) Alabama. (The Colonel!) Kansas. And it's time to salute. (At ease!) North Carolina. South Carolina The first muthafuckin lady of the tank! (on the muthafuckin tank!) The tank! (Feel this!) Detroit. The hardest bitch you ever heard! (the hardest bitch you ever heard) D.C. (Uuunnnggghhh) Mia X! (Mia X!) Mia X! Unlady Like! (Unlady Like!) Unlady Like! Chorus: repeat 3X You don't wanna, go to war with a soldier No Limit, TRU nigga, I thought I told ya! [Mia X] Mamma! Four star lady general, picture the tank I represent, get ya bucked, and I ain't to be fucked with Nigga, lyrical, lyrical, ghetto she-devil Below the sea level (New Orleans) chills the illest sista Quick to get ya tangled in my web of gangsta pictures Descriptive vocals, who's the black widow I flow to Red Sea, flooded the rap in the streets, started the week And got my props in and out of bloody cheddar cheese Betta keep yo negativity about No Limit on the under My verbal warfare will shake that ass like thunder I thunder, man, they wanna be bad hoes, so ask yo-self Can you handle any physical encounters with moi? Huh? My thug entourage lives for rollin them blunts Totin them guns, tearin shit up, what? There is no street bitch, rollin with niggas Flowin with niggas, holdin they own with niggas Like Mama Mia, and her kid sista Lady Smith and Wesson, 9 milli-heata splitta Forever with the, TRU soldiers, till I die We gon ride, smoke weed, and drop lyrical keys Chorus (2X) [Master P] ??? Reebok, laced up, strapped with my hardhat Army fatigues, strapped, and I'm ready for combat Fool, I got that ghetto sold like ?Lebanon? And P be the commander, chief, call me the black Sylvester Stallone Eyes ever red, cause I'm gon off that dolja Raise ya guns high if you a No Limit Soldier Fool, till I die, I'm a represent the tank A colonel's any nigga in the ghetto makin bank Gats cocked for hatas, suckas can't fade us Got niggas representin from Louis, Florida, to Vegas Mississippi to Oklahoma, New Orleans to California Cleveland, Ohio, Atlanta to Tacoma Texas, Evansville, to fuck it, Indianapolis, Augusta Niggas rowdy, just bout that cabbage Gats TRUed up, gon off that green and hennesy Like Pac say, fool, keep ya fuckin eyes on ya enemies I be dunkin niggas in the hood just like Stackhouse I'm known, any nigga in the ghetto Could say "ungh!" and watch hoes pass out Chorus (2X) [C-Murder] Bitch I'm breakin bread with muthafuckin killas And I'm slangin tapes, to muthafuckin drug dealas And I'm representin, No Limit to the fullest TRU nigga till I'm dead, gimme the trigga, I'm gon pull it Nigga pass the weed, cause I'm bout to get high And hatas watch ya ass, cause ya ass is gonna die We be No Limit niggas, and we bout it We come to a club, and get the muthafucka rowdy Bitch, I'm TRUed up, cause I'm in it P is the colonel, I'm the muthafuckin lieutenant Soldiers Chorus (2X) [Silkk] Ya'll don't wanna go to war Cause I'm off the muthafuckin tank, bitch Ya'll think ya'll could, ya'll can't hang Bitch, I'm a tell ya as a fact, ya'll can't, bitch Military mind, or should I say military schemes Count my fly radio ??? pull a hit off in the daytime without bein seen Cause I'm a N-O, L-I, M-I-T soldier I tried and told ya, fuck repeatin myself over Niggas start runnin, I start bustin, niggas be hidin and duckin You could be off and rushin, I got problems still can touch ya Nigga fuck ya, no bustas, just soldiers and hustlas I'm good with my gun, but if it jams I resort to my knuckles Cause if you ain't a soldier, then you ain't shit And if you ain't a soldier, then what's yo purpose, bitch? Chorus (2X) [Mystikal] Together we make more noise than clash of the titans Bring mo game than we fightin I done hooked up with the Colonel, give a fuck if you like it Keepin bitches excited, recycle hatas that trifle Get vital with rivals, got hoes awaitin my arrival Call them people for me, I'm on fire Scorchin hot, rhyme thrower, if yo ass get burned, don't hold me liable We move far, can't go to war past 16 toys You know who we are, we No Limit Soldiers we step when we march I want yo respect like a direct order from ?Freestar? Niggas get scared when I come through, bitch, I'm expectin five stars Bitch ??? never overload rounds to be shot We mercenary soldiers, we can't be stopped! Bitch, we soldiers! (Ghetto niggas and bitches) Soldier, soldier (about face, at ease) All I want to be was a soldier (Now pass the muthafuckin weed) Chorus (2X)