{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