Master P - Make Em' Say Uhh! lyrics

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Master P - Make Em' Say Uhh! lyrics

*dialtone, touch tone bu*tons being pushed, phone rings twice* No limit studios, wha**up? Who dis is? who dis is? n***a, this rappin 4-tay, who is this? Oh dis p P?! *said with disbelief* Yeah dis p! P?! (yeah) well if this p lemme hear ya say ungggggggggggh Ungngngyahahgngnnghh *voice cracking* This ain't no motherf**in p! Man, hang the phone up [mp] ungggggghh, na-nah na-nah [mp] make em say unggggggh (unggggggh) Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah) [master p] n***a, i'm the colonel of the motherf**in tank Y'all after big thangs, we after big bank 3rd ward hustlas, soldiers in combats Convicts and dealers, and k**ers with tru tats Never gave a f** bout no hoes on our riches And n***az come short, i'm diggin ditches M.p. pullin stripes, commander-in-chief And fools run up wrong, n***a i'm knockin out some teeth I'm down here slangin, rollin with these hustlers Tryin to get rid of all you haters and you bustas Steppin on cold, break a n***az nose In the projects n***az anything goes Breakin fools off cause i'm a no limit soldier At ease now salute, this pa** me the doja Chorus: master p and no limit Make em say unggggggh (unggggggh) Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah) (repeat 3x) [fiend] Fiend exercisin this right, of exorcism bustin out the expedition Bullets choppin haters business to about the size of prisms our mission They heard we scary, no limit mercenary No tellin how bad it get, because the worst'll vary I heard you make em worry, that this for the loot They intimidated by the rounds that the tank shoot Tank dogs salute! every robbery in store, cause they know Everything fiend know, mean mo' money mo' Little fiend still want the greens, the cornbread and the cabbage In your hood, remindin you b**hes of who the baddest Definitely the maddest, so the crime gon' stick em up My unggggggh went twice (ungh, ungh) And ended with nine, get em Chorus (2x) [silkk the shocker] P gon' make ya say unggggggh, i'ma make you say owwwwwwww I'm not eric b but guaranteed to move this motherf**in crowd I stay on like light switches, money, cause i like riches Hittin nothin but tight b**hes, call me, i might hit ya n***a make em say nah-nah-nah, don't trip After i bust yo' sh**, then after that say na-nah-nah-nah I hang with n***az, i do my thang with n***az (unggggh) They wanna know if i g**n, cause i hang with a whole gang of n***az So when, we connect b**h better respect this, i step quick Cause i got a, vicious right hand but ya know what? my left is quick! Silkk, you the type of n***a that promotes violence? you might be right Cause i'll step in the club and say somethin To get that motherf**er start to, fightin!! (bout it!!) Bad as vogues, i'm cold, extra see through ?p-g? never f**in knockin n***az cause i make em all see 3-d And p-d's the game that i spit, no limit soldiers got my back I run this motherf**er, tru n***az And i, betcha y'all n***az ya say, "bet!" Chorus (2x) [mia x] We capitalize and monopolize on everything we see keep pistols drawed And co*ked, we got the industry locked, we can't be stopped, too hot Check the spots that we got, on billboard This tank can set up roadblocks, we fadin all you hoes Want some mo? then let's go, stretch you out like elastic Zip that a** up in plastic, have ya folks pickin caskets We drastic, our tactics is homegrown in the ghetto So feel the wrath of this sista, it's like you fightin 10 n***az Forget the baby boys, it's the biggest mamma mia The unlady like diva, lyrical man eater, believe her Or see her, and get that a** embarra**ed If you're a decision maker, guaranteed you'll get carried away So stay in yo' place, when ya hear mamma speakin Cannon spray, clear the way, when ya see the tank creepin Chorus (2x) [mystikal] Hi I'm that n***a that rap and stick-up joe when they won't know how to do it You could be the little bitty skinny motherf**er with the braids in his hair Usin limos and choppers too I done paid my dues, but still played the blues n***a play me like you was scared to lose I'm still a fool, you ain't heard the news I was a no limit n***a, makin major moves I won't stop now, b**h, i can't stop You can't stop me, so b**h don't try we We tru soldiers, we don't die We keep rollin, na-nah-nah-nah-nah All aboard, b**h it's like a choir inside The group goin hallelujah n***az goin to war, got to fightin and shootin inside rumors b**hes be sayin he there, we there, beware!!! C there, silkk there fiend there, mamma there, p there Ain't no salary cap, on top of my dollars I roll with nothin, but them no limit riders I gets down n***a, i hold my tank up high Watch how many b**hes get wild, na-nah na-nah Chorus and fade

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