[C-Murder & Leanerd Dawg talking]

Say lil' Learnerd Dawg (What's happenin'?)

Nigga you heard of QB? (Yah, why wassup?)

Well, yu know that nigga down with the click now you dig it (Okay)

So ah, I'ma play this new shit here and did it for ya (Do dat dog)

And ah, I want you to tell me me what you think about it (It's all good)

Check it out (Fo Sho)

[QB]

First appearence as a No Limit Soldier for all the critics

Real soldiers down front line and out to get it

We be blastin them motherfuckers give us a chance to kill em

Mo' muthafuckas then people die with cash, an mentally

Gold and platinum artists and Bout It Bout It shouldn't start it

No Limit Soldiers is Billboard regardless

Can't stop the Tank cause we rollin with steel

Have the skills to make a mill', straight hundred dollar bills

No doubt we face the street dates break

Triple platinum we chasin' with no hesitation

Real soldiers and we stay TRU

If you niggas wanna check us, that's how we roll through

We TRU Soldiers motherfuckers

[Talkin']

Yeah

Woohoo, Nigga boy that shit's tight

It ain't bad, that's it

Shit, Yo P, sign that nigga

Then bring the weed

*Gun shot & driving off*

Copyright: Ultra Tunes
Writer(s): N QB, O'DELL VICKERS, QB