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MASTER P
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Let's Get Em'
作詞：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
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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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