It Don`t Get No Better — текст песни (Master P f Black Felon)

(Master P)
Whoah! Oh No! Don`t be scared!
It aint over til its over nigga.
A good soldier prepare for war in a time of piece ya heard me?
Where my niggas at? OVER HERE WHODI!
Where my bitches at? OVER HERE WHODI!
I want ya`ll to raise them motherfuckin soldia rags high ya heard me?!
What?!

(Chorus) X 2
Nigga it don`t get no better, me and my souljas gonna stick together
Rich or poor, poor or rich, No Limit is da army and we wont quit

(Master P)
I see a lot of thugs souljas lose they boots in tha mud
He was only 19, now he doin time for drugs
Now aint that a bitch, lil` shorty used to rhyme
But now he sittin in a cell droppin quarters, nickels & dimes
Once your dawg gone, then tha cat gonna play
I seen lil momma in tha club shakin that ass everyday
Now she telling me she need some milk for the kids
Now if that wasn`t my dawg, u know a player`d be hittin it
See some of these hoes are bitches too
And I would front on my dogs for no bitches or no loot

(Chorus) X 2

(Black Felon)
What? What? What? What?
My definition of riches is much different
Make it hard to swallow
But I`m vicious, and who gonna stand in front of this 200 lb Rottweiler?
My mission, no competition, kill`em all like roaches
Wit more niggas on my team, and we all some soldiers
I`m re-adjustin you nigga`s focus, ya`ll see tha game crooked
No nigga that I know could take tha game where I took it
Black Felon still yellin habitual offender
Ya`ll niggaz better keep a distance from the rath of this blender
I was born without a heart, so I live off game
If I get tempted then I can flip it, nigga I breath pain

(Chorus) X 3