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[Choppa]While you walking I`m running, while you shooting I`m choppingGot me confused with them dudes, but who is you to be knockingNow I be marching like a soldier, and my army right behind meOn that Westbank is where a nigga, might find meFucking with me boy, you gon get your ish-aI represent from the heights, all the way to the pitcherAnd I`m all about a dolla dolla, nobody hotta hottaI can pull a Prada model, t-shirt holla wobble wobbleWe in the club pop a bottle, at the barTell your girl stop tripping, she could holla at a starHypnotic in the car, is all I need to get meanWe could mix it with henny, and we turning it greenLike one say, left to the right right, to the left left, to the rightLet me see you bounce with me, East to the WestNorth to the South, back to the house, come blow a ounce with me[Hook - 2x]All my soldiers with me (yeah)All my whodis with me (yeah)If you hustle hard for a nigga praying (yeah)My soldieretts with me (yeah)My independent women (yeah)Them hoes hatin` cause you looking good (hell yeah)[Choppa]Everybody throw your dranks up, soldiers throw your tanks upHit the flo`, wild out, everybody drink somethingIts your set, throw it up, show me where the fuck you fromWhat you drinking mix it with this, hit this weed and have some funGirls got they butts up, y`all know what`s upWe drinking this straight out the bottle, whodi put them cups upI`m from the home of the Queen, that they call AnnaI come to represent New Orleans, Louisiana[Master P]The New No Limit guerillas, we gon ride to get scrillaI`m a soldier till I die, and real niggas gon feel usI put that heat on your ass, nigga play and get baggedUptown, thugged out, t-shirts and du-ragsOn the block where you find me, my niggas right behind meThird Ward Calliope projects, we on the grind GMy bottle slang chrome, nigga tats on armsWe gon wild out till, C-Murder come home[Hook][Curren$y]Pull up in a big truck, on a set of twenty three`s Twenty G`s cash, in the pocket to my P. Miller jeansPlaya hatas mad, they wish they could rid of meI`m always on the radio, I`m always on the t.v. screensNow am I bout it huh, whodi I`m bout it bout itHop out the limo, watch the women form a crowd around itI keep the burner with me, never on the streets without itI put you in the papers, let your family read about itI`m going hard in the streets, and I own my own cribYou`ll never see a landlord, round meT-R-U nigga, you could ask my dog CAnd my money hell-a-long, cause I just got a check from PHuh bitches to Hot Spitter, you fuck around if you wantAnd watch how quick a nigga, send you to the hospitalStick this baretta to your braids, me and my soldiersSticking together like Franky Beverly and me[Hook - 2x]

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