Intro (Ghetto Postage)* lyrics

Erica Fox:

Oh, say to the
Crooked cops that searchin'
??? 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!
n*gga, I'm delivering the mail! Platinum! (Deliverin' 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 f*ck with em)
They ain't with us, ya heard? (Don't ask no sh*t bout it)
All the real n*ggas, y'all know how it's goin' down. (I ain't f*cking 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 sh*t on the streets. (Ain't no coming back, either, Whodie.)
Haha!
(Haha!)
Play them beats and let's ride. NO LIMIT n*ggA!

(And I'mma tell y'all all these old fake-ass n*ggas out there with these number jobs - or should I say local deals - y'all know NO LIMIT THE ONLY MOTHERf*ckIN' INDEPENDANT BLACK-OWNED COMPANY OUT THERE! And still doin' this sh*t. Thanks to all y'all real n*ggas that been supportin' us. Oh, yeah. And I'mma end this note on - these old b*tch-ass n*ggas that snitchin' goin' to the police, I can't f*ck wit y'all
THIS ONLY FOR THE REAL n*ggAS!)