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This song is by Prime Suspects and appears on the album Guilty 'Til Proven Innocent (1998).

(Feat. Master P)

(Master P)
That's how motherfuckin killers do it. (Killers do it.)
Prime Suspect (No Limit Soldier), Master P.
And fuck the money, fuck the world.

(Master P)
See when I be sressing, mothefucker I'm trying to get it (trying to get it)
Pass me the motherfucking catchers mitt, I ain't no bullshittin
Do we got beef on the streets, nigga pass me the heat
It's time to pop some motherfucking necks and put these punks to sleep
I ain't playing with you bitch, I'm just chasing million dollar dreams
Now the fedz trying to get me cooking keys up in the kitchen
Just a young nigga trying to make it out the bricks
I got medicine for the pigs, I mean 20 fuckin' dollar hits
And when the game get me stressed out fuck it I'm ready to ride
Call up Prime Suspect cause somebody bout to die
And jump in the motherfucking car and pass the heat (pass the heat)
Everybody gone nigga, fuck the police
See niggas do any motherfucking thing when they broke
But I don't fuck with punk nigga and I don't smoke no dope
See I'm a killer by heart, a G by nature
Fuck these bitches 'cause they'll love ya, but most of these hoes they hate
Ya

(Master P)
Fuck the world we gon ball till we fall
Soldiers, all for nigga, one for all
Fuck the world we gon ball till we fall
Soldiers, all for nigga, one for all

(Glock)
I gots some cutthroat rhymes posted up uptown
Ain't no limit to the danger that be lurking around
But we ride in that night, but we might not make it back
Gunning from the killer corn, got the straps on the lap
Where the hustle, P and PS, got the muscle
Fuck the stuggle, couldn't get lost in the scuffle
Street walls forced apon ghetto children
Putting any section to sleep when a nigga got the heat

(Master P)
Fuck the world we gon ball till we fall
Soldiers, all for nigga, one for all
Fuck the world we gon ball till we fall
Soldiers, all for nigga, one for all

(Uzi)
Now why these people try to strike me out
Motherfuck you if you don't like what my click about
Fuck what you saying, see I'm down to do whatever
'Bout it 'bout it, did you heard I'm bout my cheddar
Calliope now have your backup plan nigga now
Is you bout that drama, world that is stressed to hard, is a soldier thang
If a hustlers time to make bout to make it, take it out of loose change
And don't play me close fuck with mine and loose your brains
Hit you with them thangs

(New Nine)
P, now baby you know I'm in a rush to ball
So I got this nigga jacked in the back of the U-Haul
Fall, we can't do that not with all these fucking gats, rat to the tat tat
TRU niggas jacking and stay strapped when they pockets flat
Rats take a dive, I told you these niggaz live glock
P, Uzi and Millimeter go back like fucking Levi's
Been jacking, stying, cracking and capping, what's happening
Now we still bout that dumb shit quicker than the change, because we rapping

(Master P)
Fuck the world we gon ball till we fall
Soldiers, all for nigga, one for all
Fuck the world we gon ball till we fall
Soldiers, all for nigga, one for all
Fuck the world we gon ball till we fall
Soldiers, all for nigga, one for all
Fuck the world we gon ball till we fall
Soldiers, all for nigga, one for all