No Talent Soldiers

Master P:

TRU, but we're not true 2 da game
We rip off other motherfuckers to achieve our fame
Our label is called No Limit
But we're just a gimmick
When you hear our shit, you should turn your cheek
'Cause our beat & lyrical skills iz too fuckin weak
If we keep this up, we'll be outta da game
I'm surprised we lasted this long-what a fuckin shame
Ya think I'm wrong? Well I know I'm right
Even that Puff Daddy nigga could outshine us on the mic
And when it comes to beats, we ain't even gifted
Ginuwine was talkin bout us on that song "What's So Different?"

Hook:  (repeat 3x)

We no-talent soldiers
I thought I told ya

C-Murder

When ya think of beat biters, think of C-Murder
'Cause there ain't no need to look any further
In this industry I'm like no other
The only reason I got a record deal is 'cause of my brother
After that last cut I did, everyone saw my skills
To be a loser, now I know how it feels
I try to act all hard, but I should come correct
The only thing I'm good for is to beat my dick
I think it's time 4 me to get outie-outie
'Cause I win all awards for being lousy
It can't get no better 'cause I'm the worst
I'll prob'ly get a grammy for "Worst Rap Verse"

Hook:  (repeat 3x)

Snoop

I used to be kinda dope, but I lost it somewhere
Now I smell like something left in babies' underwear
If you buy my new tape, you're wasting your money
At least I can admit it, now ain't that funny
I try to live my life like it was a fable
The only way to save my career is to go back to my old label
My career was made by that jiggy Dr. Dre
Now I hand with these other niggaz that some would call gay
Well, I'm about out of time
So I gotta end my rhyme
Some stay in the game & make their skills crisper
I gotta hide my piss-poor skills by having to whisper

Hook:  (repeat until fade)