Master P - Intro (Ghetto Postage)

(Erica Fox singing to the tune of "star-spangled banner")

Oh, say to the
crooked cops that searchinSees 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! (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 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 goin' 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!)