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"Master P"
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жанры: rap, hip-hop
альбомы: Ghetto D
Make 'Em Say Ugh
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Master P
жанры: rap, hip-hop
альбомы: Ghetto D
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No Limit Studios, whassup? Who dis is? Who dis is? Nigga, this rappin' 4-Tay, who is this? Oh dis P P? Yeah dis P, P? Yeah, well if this P, lemme hear ya say uhh! [Unverified] This ain't no motherfuckin' P! Man, hang the phone upUhh! Na, nah na nah Make 'em say, uhh (Uhh!) Na, nah, na, nah (Na, nah, na, nah)Nigga, I'm the colonel of the motherfuckin' tank Y'all after big thangs, we after big bank 3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in combats Convicts and dealers, and killers with tru tatsNever gave a fuck 'bout no hoes on our riches And niggaz come short, I'm diggin' ditches M.P. pullin' stripes, commander-in-chief And fools run up wrong, nigga I'm knockin' out some teethI'm down here slangin', rollin' with these hustlers Tryin' to get rid of all you haters and you bustas Steppin' on cold, break a niggaz nose In the projects niggaz anything goes Breakin' fools off 'cause I'm a No Limit soldier at ease Now salute, this pass me the dojaMake 'em say, uhh (Uhh!) Na, nah, na, nah (Na, nah, na, nah)Make 'em say, uhh (Uhh!) Na, nah, na, nah (Na, nah, na, nah)Make 'em say, uhh (Uhh!) Na, nah, na, nah (Na, nah, na, nah)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 varyI 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 knowMean mo' money mo' little Fiend still want the greens The cornbread and the cabbage in your hood Remindin' you bitches of who the baddest Definitely the maddest, so the crime gon' stick 'em up My uhh went twice (Uhh, uhh) And ended with nine, get 'emMake 'em say, uhh (Uhh!) Na, nah, na, nah (Na, nah, na, nah)Make 'em say, uhh (Uhh!) Na, nah, na, nah (Na, nah, na, nah)P gon' make ya say uhh, I'ma make you say ow I'm not Eric B but guaranteed to move this motherfuckin' crowd I stay on like light switches, money, 'cause I like riches Hittin' nothin' but tight bitches, call me, I might hit yaNigga make 'em say nah-nah-nah, don't trip After I bust yo' shit, then after that say na, nah, nah, nah I hang with niggaz, I do my thang with niggaz (Uhh!)They wanna know if I gangbang 'Cause I hang with a whole gang of niggaz So when, we connect bitch 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 nigga that promotes violence? You might be right 'cause I'll step in the club and say somethin' To get that motherfucker start to fightin' (Bout it!)Bad as vogues, I'm cold, extra see through [Unverified] PG [unverified] never fuckin' knockin' niggaz 'Cause I make 'em all see 3-D And P-D's the game that I spit, No Limit Soldiers got my backI run this motherfucker, TRU niggaz And I, betcha y'all niggaz ya say, "Bet!"Make 'em say, uhh (Uhh!) Na, nah, na, nah (Na, nah, na, nah)Make 'em say, uhh (Uhh!) Na, nah, na, nah (Na, nah, na, nah)We capitalize and monopolize on everything We see keep pistols drawed and cocked We got the industry locked, we can't be stopped, too hot Check the spots that we got on BillboardThis Tank can set up roadblocks, we fadin' all you hoes Want some mo? Then let's go, stretch you out like elastic Zip that ass up in plastic, have ya folks pickin' caskets We drastic, our tactics is homegrown in the ghettoSo feel the wrath of this sista, it's like you fightin' 10 niggaz 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 ass embarrassedIf 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'Make 'em say, uhh (Uhh!) Na, nah, na, nah (Na, nah, na, nah)Make 'em say, uhh (Uhh!) Na, nah, na, nah (Na, nah, na, nah)Hi, I'm that nigga that rap and stick-up Joe When they won't know how to do it You could be the little bitty skinny motherfucker With the braids in his hair usin' limos and choppers tooI done paid my dues, but still played the blues Nigga play me like you was scared to lose I'm still a fool, you ain't heard the news I was a No Limit nigga, makin' major movesI won't stop now, bitch, I can't stop You can't stop me, so bitch don't try We, we tru soldiers, we don't die We keep rollin', na, nah, nah, nah, nahAll aboard, bitch it's like a choir inside The group goin' hallelujah Niggaz goin' to war, got to fightin' and shootin' inside rumors Bitches 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 nigga, I hold my tank up high Watch how many bitches get wild, na, nah, na, nahMake 'em say, uhh! (Uhh!) Na, nah, na, nah (Na, nah, na, nah)Make 'em say, uhh! (Uhh!) Na, nah, na, nah (Na, nah, na, nah)Make 'em say, uhh! (Uhh!) Na, nah, na, nah (Na, nah, na, nah) ...
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