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lirik lagu make em say uhh! – master p

(phone dialing, phone ringing)
-no limit studios. what’s up?
-who dis is? who dis is?
-n-gg-, this rappin 4-tay. who is this?
-uh, dis p!
-p?
-yeah, this p!
-p?
-yeah!
-if this p, lemme hear ya say, “ungh!”
-(voice cracking) ungh!
-n-gg-, this ain’t no m-th-f-ckin p!
-man, hang the phone up.

chorus: make em say,”ungh!” (ungh!)
n-nah-n-nah! (n-nah-n-nah!)

[master p]
n-gg-, i’m the colonel of the m-th-f-ckin tank
ya’ll after big thangs, we after big bank
3rd ward hustlas, soldiers in combats
my comrades is killas and dealas with tru tats
never gave a f-ck bout no hoes or no riches
and n-gg-s come short, i’m diggin ditches
m.p. pullin strikes, commander-in-chief
and fools run up wrong
n-gg-, i’m knockin out some teeth
i’m down here slangin, rollin with these hustlers
tryin to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas
steppin on gold, breakin n-gg-s nose
in the projects, n-gg-, anything goes
breakin fools off cause i’m a no limit soldier
at ease, and salute this p-ss me the dolja

chorus (3x)

[fiend]
fiend make em startin this riot, a exorcism
bustin out the expedition, fully choppin hatas
business til about the size of prisons, our mission
they heard we scary, no limit mercenary
no tellin how bad it get, because the worse will vary
i heard you make em worry, that this for the loot
they intimidated by the rounds that the tank shoot
tank dawgs salute!
every robbery we score, 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-tches of who the baddest
definitely the maddest, so the crime gon stick em
my ungh went twice (ungh, ungh)
and ended with nine, get em

chorus (2x)

p gon make ya say uuunnnggghhh!
i’m a make ya say ahhh!
i’m not eric b., but garauanteed to move this motherf-ckin crowd
i stay on like ice, switchin money, cause i like riches
hittin nothin but tight b-tches, call me, i might hit ya
n-gg- make em say nah-n-nah, don’t trip
after i bust yo sh-t, then after that say na-n-n-nah
i hang with n-gg-s, i do my thang with n-gg-s
they wanna know if i g-ngb-ng
cause i hang with a whole gang of n-gg-s
so when we connect b-tch
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-gg- that pull the most violence
mighty whites
cause i’ll step in the club and say somethin
to get that m-th-f-cka to start fightin
b-tch, bad as vogues, i’m cold as you see me
be gs knockin n-gg-s out? off 3-d
peep d, the game that i spit
no limit soldier cross my back
i run this m-th-f-cka, tru n-gg-s
i betcha i’ll make ya stay back

chorus (2x)

[mia x]
we got to lies and monoplolize on everything we seek
keep pistols drawed and c-cked
we got the industry locked, we can’t be stopped, too hot
check the spots that we got on billboards
the tank can set up roadblocks, we fatin all our foes
want some mo?
then let’s go, stretch you out like elastic
zip that -ss 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-gg-s
forget the baby voice, it’s the biggest mamma mia
the unlady like diva, lyrical man eater, believe her
or see her, and get that -ss embarr-ssed
aka decision maker, guaranteed you’ll get carried away
so stay in yo place, when ya hear mamma speakin
cannons spray, clear the way, when ya see the tank creepin

chorus (2x)

[mystikal]
hah, i’m that n-gg- that rap, when i?
if they wanna know how to do it
it could be the little bitty skinny m-th-f-cka
with the braids in his hair
that used to live off tchopitoula
i done paid my dues, but still playin the blues
n-gg- 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-gg- makin major moves
i won’t stop now, b-tch, i can’t stop
you cant stop me, so, b-tch, don’t try
we tru soldiers, and we don’t die
we keep rollin, n-n-nah-nah-nah
all aboard, b-tch it’s like a? inside
? hallelujah
n-gg-s goin to war, got to fightin and shootin inside rumors
little b-tch sayin he there, we there, be where?
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-gg-, i hold my tank up high
watch how many b-tches get wild, n-nah-n-nah

chorus and fadearray

- master p

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