Master P, Black Felon - It Don't Get No Better lyrics

Whoah! Oh No! Don't be scared!
It ain't over til it's over nigga
A good soldier prepare for war in a
Time of piece ya heard me?
Where my niggas at? OVER HERE WHODI!
Where my bitches at? OVER HERE WHODI!
I want ya'll to raise them motherfuckin
Soldia rags high ya heard me?! What?!

Nigga it don't get no better
Me and my souljas gonna stick together
Rich or poor, poor or rich
No Limit is da army and we won't quit

I see a lot of thugs souljas
Lose they boots in tha mud
He was only 19, now he doin time for drugs
Now ain't that a bitch
Lil' shorty used to rhyme
But now he sittin in a cell droppin quarters
Nickels & dimes
Once your dawg gone, then tha cat gonna play
I seen lil momma in tha
Club shakin that ass everyday
Now she telling me she need
Some milk for the kids
Now if that wasn't my dawg
U know a player'd be hittin it
See some of these hoes are bitches too
And I would front on my dogs
For no bitches or no loot

Nigga it don't get no better
Me and my souljas gonna stick together
Rich or poor, poor or rich
No Limit is da army and we won't quit

What? What? What? What?
My definition of riches is much different
Make it hard to swallow but I'm vicious
And who gonna stand in front
Of this 200 lb Rottweiler?
My mission, no competition
Kill'em all like roaches
Wit more niggas on my team
And we all some soldiers
I'm re-adjustin you nigga's focus
Ya'll see tha game crooked
No nigga that I know could take
Tha game where I took it
Black Felon still yellin habitual offender
Ya'll niggas better keep a distance from
The rath of this blender
I was born without a heart
So I live off game
If I get tempted then I can flip it
Nigga I breath pain

Nigga it don't get no better
Me and my souljas gonna stick together
Rich or poor, poor or rich
No Limit is da army and we won't quit