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Master P - Let's Get 'Em lyrics
Featuring C Murder Magic] [Master P/C Murder] Chorus Where them niggas at Where them niggas at There them niggas go [Master P] Uhhhhh Fuck it let's get em x4 [C Murder] I'm a motherfucking soldier Bitch I thought I told ya I smoke your ass like doja Niggas mad cause my tapes selling like crack Sold a million records not one disc came back You know I gotta repre fuckin sent My ghetto niggas got me getting paid like the president But TRU niggas don't yap about it (yap about it) But when I do some gangsta shit, you know I gotta rap about it I left the dope on the motherfucking table The feds mad cause we the number one rap label No Limit records made history in this bitch And it's a myth on how ghetto niggas getting rich The whole world say they bout it bout it I drop this ghetto shit, and get my thug niggas rowdy My tank dogs coming through, where them niggas at Ready to hit em, P, pass me them thangs, let me get em Chorus x4 [Magic] P man, pass me them thangs and let me get em I be damned if I don't kill a nigga they shouldn't be fuckin with ya They don't respect a fucking soldier They gonna roll or get rolled over, or get fucked over Now I may be the first to go with, but you best believe Thirty niggas came out here to get us, thirty niggas gonna bleed I'm here to protect and serve my tank dogs and any nigga that fuck with us Colonel, get ready to go to war, I'm hitting hard A made nigga, that's why they call me mister Magic Busting that niggas that try it, Magic and laugh I'm military minding, I don't second guess Click clack blast, erasing niggas, it's all bad Chorus x4 [Master P] Nigga I ride for scrilla, hang with dealers Daddy wasnt home so I rode with them killers And thug niggas high off hennesey and weed Tatoos and oz's, invested in CD's Now the feds wanna see me dead Independent, black owned and teaching other niggas how to get paid Ran with some gangs, bank for some change Third ward niggas don't play no fucking games Me and Silkk, C-Murder, we killers Plus Magic together, a world of TRU niggas Taking over this rap game It's No Limit for life, lights out I'm the trigger man (bang, bang, bang, bang) OK, I'm reloading. Ha ha. I told yall, No Limit niggas, we mercenary soldiers. We don't talk, we don't rap about niggas. We all about getting our motherfucking paper. A coward dies a million deaths, but a soldier only dies once nigga. Real niggas, they play the motherfucking game they don't talk nigga. Ha ha, yall fake ass niggas, yall think about it. Rapping for the motherfucking white folks. We independent black owned nigga. Ghetto niggas, ha. Real niggas and bitches unite. Ha ha. Fuck fifteen percent nigga, I want the whole motherfucking wallet. Talk to the niggas I feed nigga if you got problems |
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