I'm a Soulja

{Master P talking}

oh yeah you see this soldier thing we take this thing serious

you gotta be real to be a soldier

you gotta keep it tru-eal

Ghetto Commission, Mystikal, and Master P

this to all the soldiers out there and soldierettes

Chorus:

I'm a soulja [soulja]

on this battlefield I'll die

and im wanted [wanted]

dead or alive

I'm a soulja [soulja]

in the steel tank I ride

and im wanted [wanted]

dead or alive

{Master P}

2 years flat [ughhhh]

but im back on my feet

and I hustle with the homies

cause y'all know mama gotta eat

give me my duties

cause we gon ball till we fall

see for No Limit I'll do anything

to put my name on the wall

{Mystikal}

even if I gotta shoot to kill on the battlefield

march from the ghetto to the top of the hill

im black and N-Oed tired of selling boulders

trying to keep it real still represent my soldiers

started from the bottom finished on the top

the wars not over cause the struggle don't stop

bullets in the chopper food in the pot

money in the bank and weed in my sock

{Commission #1}

see a coward dies a million deaths

but a soldier dies once

see don't blame No Limit fool

put it on these gats and these blunts

and the army had said

be all that you can be

I made a couple of boulders

now every ghetto kid can be p

{Chorus}

{Commission #2}

now im a marked man cause this flame on my arm

and the tank around my neck

wasn't expected to progress

now I hold the industry hostage

see its famed Ghetto Commission

TSO till I die

my family consist of outlaws

and riders who ride

im a soldier living this soldiers life

flashing my ice

when if I get killed on the battlefield

then bury me with my steel and my mic

ghetto born ghetto raised

so I use my ghetto tactics

nine times outta ten

it results to the second lines and closed caskets

in the steel tank I ride

from the Westbank to the billboard spots

loved by few hated by many

but we still wont stop

climb from the bottom to the top

role with the platinum and gold

a commendation from the colonel

but still I gotta trunk of soul

{Chorus}

{Commission #3}

im a black dicabileras

Spanish for cowboy

a no limit soldier

that's rowdier than wild boy

I keeps a 4-5 in a holster

with a rifle across my shoulder

im a ghetto vet with a killer click

that wont hesitate to smoke ya

its Ghetto Commission till I retire

im living larger than a sire

no limit symbolizes gas

and they done mixed up with some fire

peep that flame tatted on my arm

wont play when they causing harm

we irresponsible for our actions

you niggas duck and warn

{Commission #4}

I got a price on my head

because of the gold around my neck

and the tank on my chest

resting on my arm is a flame

I lost ride on the desert plain

made famous by wanted posters

keep a pistol in my holster

cause the laws are getting closer

role as a No Limit soldier

on our way to the bolder

with blood on my hand

from the last man to take a stand

against me and my clan

we wanted, dead or alive

believe it or not

they jealous of our billboard spot