Choppa, Master P, Curren$y - Bonus Track #1 lyrics

While you walking I'm running
While you shooting I'm chopping
Got me confused with them dudes
But who is you to be knocking
Now I be marching like a soldier
And my army right behind me
On that Westbank is where a nigga
Might find me
Fucking with me boy, you gon get your ish-a
I represent from the heights
All the way to the pitcher
And I'm all about a dolla dolla
Nobody hotta hotta i can pull a Prada model
T-shirt holla wobble wobble
We in the club pop a bottle, at the bar
Tell your girl stop tripping
She could holla at a star
Hypnotic in the car
Is all I need to get mean
We could mix it with henny
And we turning it green
Like one say, left to the right
Right, to the left left, to the right
Let me see you bounce with me
East to the West
North to the South, back to the house
Come blow a ounce with me

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)

Everybody throw your dranks up
Soldiers throw your tanks up
Hit the flo', wild out
Everybody drink something
Its your set, throw it up
Show me where the fuck you from
What you drinking mix it with this
Hit this weed and have some fun
Girls got they butts up, y'all know what's up
We drinking this straight out the bottle
Whodi put them cups up
I'm from the home of the Queen
That they call Anna
I come to represent New Orleans, Louisiana

The New No Limit guerillas
We gon ride to get scrilla
I'm a soldier till I die
And real niggas gon feel us
I put that heat on your ass
Nigga play and get bagged
Uptown, thugged out, t-shirts and du rags
On the block where you find me
My niggas right behind me
Third Ward Calliope projects
We on the grind G
My bottle slang chrome, nigga tats on arms
We gon wild out till, C-Murder come home

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)

Pull up in a big truck
On a set of twenty three's twenty G's cash
In the pocket to my P miller jeans
Playa hatas mad
They wish they could rid of me
I'm always on the radio
I'm always on the tv screens
Now am I bout it huh
Whodi I'm bout it bout it hop out the limo
Watch the women form a crowd around it
I keep the burner with me
Never on the streets without it
I put you in the papers
Let your family read about it
I'm going hard in the streets
And I own my own crib
You'll never see a landlord, round me
T-R-U nigga, you could ask my dog C
And my money hell-a-long
Cause I just got a check from P
Huh bitches to Hot Spitter
You fuck around if you want
And watch how quick a nigga
Send you to the hospital
Stick this baretta to your braids
Me and my soldiers
Sticking together like Franky Beverly and me

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)