Don't Start No Shit

[Master P talking:] (Yo man you high yet?)

[Chorus:]

Don't start no shit it won't be no shit

Let me tell you motherfuckers who you fucking wit

Niggas say fuck ya'll bitches say fuck ya'll

No limit soldiers we gon ball til' we fall

Say niggas say fuck ya'll bitches say fuck ya'll

No limit soldiers we gon ball til' we fall

[Master P]

Master P and Big momma we the Bonnie and Clyde of rap

Nigga we strapped wit projects that's why we stay fully strapped

And now the world wanna know why the fuck we a menace

See how I make them say unhh then I came out with No limit

But you see I hang with ex-convicts and motherfucking dealers

And the world wanna P nigga is you really a killer

Fuck the game I came to make change fuck the fame

I came to put other motherfucking soldiers in the game

And when I'm gone nigga I bet I make ghetto history

But I don't give a fuck about my enemies cause

I got my motherfucking tru niggas with me

Silkk, C-Murder, Big Boz, and Mama Drama

And I'm sending motherfucking one way tickets to the Bahamas

See the ghetto got me stressed but fuck it I ain't gon cry

But when I'm goneniugga make sure all my enemies die

[Chorus]

[C-Murder]

Nigga ask yourself do youreally wanna fuck with this here

Now think about it dog do you thinhk you gon see another year

Bitch I'm Bossaline do you really know what the fuck that means

That means that means I come to your set

With no regrets and make you a dream

See I'm deadlylike a motherfucking snake biting crack

I've seen niggas with a fallen ?

But they know they ain't never coming back

I'm kinda like public service bitch I'll cut your lights off forever

Bitch be spittin at your dome I'll get caught in rainy weather

I rest in No Limit to the shit that I'll do you

Nigga I'll cut your head off and send your body to a army look brutal

Same shit when you cross my click you playa haters and snitches

Tru niggas stick together so nigga fuck ya'll bitches

[Chorus]

[Mia X]

Mama Mia southern girl fuck old susanna I totes

Two blocks and rocks of camoflauge bandanna

I keeps them on cock when I'm riding through the hood

Cause soldier haters live for plottin something no good

I wish you would try to get your rap an attested Mama

I gots the kind of cash to make sure they never find ya

I'm trying to do thre right and live my life in peace

Help my soldiers make it better with the Colonel Master P

But we can still get rowdy rowdy as fuck

And we got millions of niggas riding with us

Put em up for tru playas click tight for life

And make shots at fake haters who ain't playin it right

[Chorus: repeat to end]