[Master P talking:]
    Say Brah,
  I got to say wassup to all the soldiers and soldierettes
  and to this district system free Soulja Slim
  cause they jocking our style ya heard me?
    [Chorus: Mac (Master P)]
    Say Brah (No Limit)
  Say Brah (No Limit)
  Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
    Say Brah (No Limit)
  Say Brah (No Limit)
  Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
    Say Brah (No Limit)
  Say Brah (No Limit)
  Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
    What you bout? I'm bout war
  What you bout? I'm bout war
    [Verse 1: (Mac)]
    Say Brah
  You fake thugs best to get out the way brah
  You wanna stop the tank you better pray brah
  I'm a tiger, my flow be deadly just like a kabra
  get to bustin', old folks be hustlin', talking bout hey
  Don't you fuck with him wodie he ain't afraid to spray brah
  His little partners come through with choppers in broad day brah
  Niggas like 50 Dollars and Fiend,
  niggas like Magic Wiz, Woo, Ween, and my auntie B
  Tell them fakers we back and there ain't no stoppin my niggas
  bezzled up a few haters and Feds watching my niggas
  and we on the grind, in '99 we let you all shine
  now that army is back so I'm back taking what's mine
  I'm representing these gold tanks with the ice in it
  hated the likes and shit, these niggas nice with it
  Thugged out, Tru 2 Da Game, livin' up to my name
  so when you the that soldier shit on my frame you holla
    [Chorus Mac (Master P):]
    Say Brah (No Limit)
  Say Brah (No Limit)
  Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
    Say Brah (No Limit)
  Say Brah (No Limit)
  Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
    Say Brah (No Limit)
  Say Brah (No Limit)
  Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
    We bout war
  What you bout? I'm bout war
  What you bout? I'm bout war
    [Verse 2: Master P]
    Hoody Hoo!
  Hey brah I'm cold with it,
  if you don't know me just roll with it
  Ask them hoes about the P
  and where I'm from?, say brah, I'm out that CP3
  Nigga my boys we don't play no games
  cause I roll with head busters and we'll throw them thangs
  now say brah, I really got a Bubble I Hummer
  but say brah, I ain't no motherfucking stunter
  I'm out the streets and I like to shine, say brah
  Ya'll better respect my mind, say brah
  I'm the realest motherfucker you know
  plus I brought a couple of homies wearing golden do-do's
  Say brah, Is you really a soldier?
  Say brah, won't you pass the doulja
  Say brah, do you really want beef?
  and put a million motherfuckers on your street?
    [Chrous : Mac (Master P)]
    Say Brah (No Limit)
  Say Brah (No Limit)
  Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
    Say Brah (No Limit)
  Say Brah (No Limit)
  Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
    Say Brah (No Limit)
  Say Brah (No Limit)
  Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
    I'm bout war
  What you bout? I'm bout war
  What you bout? I'm bout war