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MASTER P( Percy Robert Miller )
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Let's Get Em'
Lyricist:Craig Lawson, Percy Miller, Vyshonn King Miller, Michael Tyler
Yo, locs nigga shit, I know you done whipped up This muthafuckin' dope but we gonna break these niggas off But I need to go out and handle my business With some of these niggas, 'cause niggas out here are rappin' Or should I say yappin' they don't realize that nigga This is real life, this reality
You know, what I'm sayin'? Nigga when you say somethin' About a nigga, you got to be ready to die for that shit, you know What I'm sayin'? I mean, it's like niggas out here wanna be me Niggas know the real from the fake man, I smell a muthafuckin' jealousy Everywhere I go, niggas is wearin' it, but we 'bout to handle this Muthafuckin' shit, we gonna set the muthafuckin' record straight
There they go, there they go, there they go Pass me them thangs, let's get 'em There they go, there they go, there they go Pass me them thangs, let's get 'em There they go, there they go, there they go Pass me them thangs, let's get 'em
I get swoll like a boulder, bitch I'm a soldier Y'all runnin' from the rollers, I slang tapes like crack My rhymes so pure you hit it with two, seven, eight come back And the game won't change 'cause I'm the dopeman But why y'all niggas still runnin' all off at the mouth man
True niggas don't talk shit, we in the game stackin' G's Y'all niggas still tryna get me with playas and hustlas But cha'll can't make no money 'cause yall niggas bustas Hahm bra, the game won't change ya'll niggas mad 'Cause Master P got some change
Seen a nigga in the ghetto slangin' dope, now y'all buyin' my shit Out the record store and yo baby, momma lovin' me and everytime You turn on the TV, I feel ya muggin' me but I can't be stopped 'Cause real true niggas make their money from slangin' rocks
Heh y'all niggas slangin' bunk rhymes that's why I'm in the game And I got mine and y'all Jewish brothas hollerin' that black shit Quick to sell a muthafucka to the white bitch for fifteen percent That ain't enough money to pay my muthafuckin' rent I made a movie nigga think Im slangin' coke a lees
Nobody questions Bill, when he's smokin' weed And Pac and Biggie taught me a lesson, what? Never leave without your Smith N Wesson Bitch you went from the man that go and the man that go I ought to be proof up your ass that there just ain't no limit
To the shit we been doin' only way to keep you from sayin' My name is to put my dick in your mouth, I piss on your porch Shit in your house, somebody said that, 'You were talkin' about me' I heard that, I could fuck you up with words but you don't deserve that Go ahead rhymes rest your fuckin' barber, but hurry back Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
I took a brain outta my own head, whip yo ass with one of my platts You mad 'cause I'm bringin' home big ol' shows my nigga with no tax Jumpin' 'cause we got a bigger fan bases and gold platts Unfortunately a couple of things that in this industry That niggas don't understand ninety percent of this shit
Is your buisiness, ten percent of this shit is your timing Slangin' tapes across the whole planet, Mystikal, Master P Silkk tha Shocker, we gonna keep this bitch jammin' Above the standard, No Limit on the charts slammin' fuckin' Wit what we planned, we'll gonna leave you dead Where you standin', ain't that fool y'all
Whenever we have to fuckin' talk, we be silent or should I say 'Real silent?' Real niggas they speak with fuckin' violence That's why I play a muthafucka like hockey They mad 'cause they ho jock me they can't stop me So their result is to fuckin' copy, I say P where they at?
There they go, I spot 'em I got 'em, got 'em Probably man thinks they on the muthafuckin' top They on the bottom, see you run your mouth Nigga, I'll be like nigga what what? Tryna talk some shit about 'em, they wanna be just like us
They talk about one, they talk about all of fuckin' us Fuckin' white roll real killas dealas who don't give a fuck See I'm on some evil murderous devil shit Got some niggas over they head they couldn't get off I was the devilest so what you sayin' nigga?
I roll with niggas with big triggers, million dolla shit niggas With big figures, true niggas, y'all can tell, we soldiers off the back We don't fuck around we stay strapped, fucked up talkin' 'bout You know where we at, wherever, whenever, however it goes I wash your mouth out with soap, rush to you outside
Know what I'm sayin'? No fuckin' mo, here we go All y'all fake ass niggas, nigga gon' get cha'll 'Cause you know what? A real true nigga, when he go to jail He never rat on his potna, he get caught by the police True niggas don't talk, whenever true nigga falled off in the street
He hustles, 'cause true niggas know how to pop back up They don't need to use other niggas names, another niggas Muthafuckin' game, a true nigga is a muthafuckin' man Gotta stand on his own nigga all y'all fake niggas Y'all eventually gonna fade with the muthafuckin' wind
Until then nigga we 'bout it bout it and rowdy rowdy nigga No Limit for life true nigga and when I say true I mean the whole no limit family, the muthafuckin' group Tru, Master P, C murder, and Silkk nigga, family, remember that
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