Uh, ah, da
(Are you ready for this) Err
The Ice Cream Man
(Are you ready for this)
Is bad like my Michael
(Are you ready for this)
ERRR, my No Limit Soldiers, trademark
Get em' up ugh, show ya domes, T-R-U
We TRU, ugh, ugh
Time to go to war, ugh

[Master P]
I'm posted up, on the grind, got these killers rollin through, sick of this
And checkin nuts, n***as thats slangin' with guts
Ready to bust on you cluckers
On you n***as thats sick cause we sicker
N***as slangin' flickers
I'm in the projects ballin' with my n***as
I'm hustlin' quarters and thirty sacks
N***as ain't fuckin' with dirty sacks
I'm hustlin' I got those ball sacks
But y'all n***as don't know that
I'm the mad killer, murder, lunatic
You fuckin' with a n***a don't give a fuck about you
Or your bitch cause I'll go like psycho (ha ha ha)
Like Michael, load this fuckin' rifle
Start blastin' at bitches motherfucker, yeah cause I'm a psycho
Out that 3rd ward, Calliope killin' murder
Lunatic, how the fuck ain't you heard of a n***a not playin' with a full deck
Break ya neck, hustle on ya check
Get cho' spot get you neck broke
Fuck, I field cats and chat
No Limit n***a, real n***a
Who gone give a fuck when you dead and gone
Motherfucker you feel my bucks from my chrome
[Hook]
UGH! back up off me, feel me ugh
Feel it, back up off me, my trademark
Ugh, feel it back up off me, ugh

[Master P]
Gon' pack me with a n***a with no bread
Nappy head, put chu' in a grave
Don't give a fuck about chu' n***as, piss on ya forehead
I'm from that Southside, we kill with that cut rock
But n***as they slangin' that hoo rock
But n***as they wanna boo dock, that buddha
N***a a quarter, of water
But y'all n***as late cause I done took over New Orleans
In the Southside to the Westside to the Eastside to the Northside
Motherfuckers never realize the young gon' die on the streets
I'm killin' murder, the lunatic
Never givin' a fuck, I'm tryin' to make bucks
Before I leave this truck
Got these killers watchin' me
N***as not pockin' me
V got that tech nine and Man got that uzi
Big Boz come with rah rah, n***as with sah sah
KR hooked up the track so what the fuck y'all didn't realize
We back to takin' the battle, scattle not rattle
Get my tic tac and make ya motherfuckin' head rattle
Like an ostrich, n***a you want some sausage
Meet me in the French Quarter
I'm kickin' it with them 3rd ward hustlers
And they bout it, n***as we rowdy
Never givin' a fuck, we started this bout it, bout it
Now why y'all sayin' y'all bout it bout it
Y'all scared of me, yeah y'all scared of me
Bitch talkin' shit, you and ya bitch I ain't afraid of ya
I'm hustlin' got them ballers, n***as we smokin' them quarters
Fiends be dippin' that water but we hustlin' like it ain't no tomorrow
[Hook]

[Master P]
N***as comin' wicked, fools I'm gon' kick it
Be whippin' n***as ass like I'm cookin' greasy chicken
I'll Popeye[s] batter but n***as they wanna scatter
N***as they talkin' shit, I be runnin' with them 17 round automatics
Out the trees, watch them n***as freeze
Don't give a fuck, take off my shirt n***a
No Limit on my back, back
But n***as they pullin' that sack, sack
TRU against my stomach motherfucker how y'all gonna fade that
The real fuckin' click, ain't no love for y'all doves
N***as think we slangin' dubs
N***a we slangin' tapes to you n***as across the world
N***as they scurred, I got that girl
My lil' partner got boy, man got that furled
But I don't give a fuck cause I be sick like Suzy
Take these 32 round clips from my automatic uzi
Run and duck and hide n***a you fried
Ain't no love where I'm from, from the outside to the inside
The projects from uptown to downtown
To across the river
N***as slangin' that dope motherfucker get cho' head twisted
In the river, you gone, ain't no love meet the chrome
I be in the project ballin' like the black Al Capone
And if you come sick you stupid
Cause my click don't give a fuck but they ready to shoot shit
Up buck n***a you better duck n***a
Before you find your body floatin' up the Mississippi River
[Hook repeated to end with various ad-libs]

Ugh
Back up off me
Feel that muthafucka n***a feel that
Ugh
Back up off me
Ugh n***a ugh
Back up off me
My Trademark
Bitch Get off Me
Bitch Get off Me
Twerk something muthafukka not a softy
A Hollow Tip
Twerk This
Look Me in The Eyes if you Real
Bitch Get Off Me
Ugh

Ready for the battle field
Buckle up and Guard you grill
(Are you ready for this?)