Intro

(album: Ghetto Postage - 2000)

[Erica Fox singing to the tune of "star-spangled banner"]

Oh, say to the
crooked cops that searching
Sees me and my homies (uuuggghhh)
And there's No Limit till we free (ya heard?)
Cause you haters can't stop me

[Master P (talking):] Can't never! Can't NEVER!
Nigga, I'm delivering the mail! Platinum! (Delivering the mail!)
Ghetto postage. To every soldier and soldierette in the ghetto, Cee-lo beats, soldier productions! (Ha, ha. We back in this, Whodie.)
And all the fakers, we done got rid of em! (They gone)
If it don't say No Limit on the back of their records...(don't fuck with em)
They ain't with us, ya heard? (Don't ask no shit bout it)
All the real niggas, y'all know how it's going down. (I ain't fucking wit ya)
We hustlas for life, baby. Hustlas for life. (If they ain't with No Limit...)
I might not get 5 mics... (...then they the enemy. Remember that!)
...but I'm the hottest shit on the streets. (Ain't no coming back, either, Whodie.)
Haha!
(Haha!)
Play them beats and let's ride. NO LIMIT NIGGA!

(And I'mma tell y'all all these old fake-ass niggas out there with these number jobs or should I say local deals y'all know NO LIMIT THE ONLY MOTHERFUCKIN' INDEPENDANT BLACK-OWNED COMPANY OUT THERE! And still doing this shit. Thanks to all y'all real niggas that been supporting us. Oh, yeah. And I'mma end this note on these old bitch-ass niggas that snitching going to the police, I can't fuck wit y'all.
THIS ONLY FOR THE REAL NIGGAS!)

[Explosion]