Master P - Make 'Em Say Uhh

(phone dialing, phone ringing) -No Limit Studios. What's up? -Who dis is? Who dis is? -Nigga, 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! -Nigga, this ain't no muthafuckin P! -Man, hang the phone up.

Chorus: Make em say,"Ungh!" (Ungh!) N-nah-n-nah! (n-nah-n-nah!)

[Master P] Nigga, I'm the colonel of the muthafuckin 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 fuck bout no hoes or no riches And niggas come short, I'm diggin ditches M.P. pullin strikes, commander-in-chief And fools run up wrong Nigga, 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 niggas nose In the projects, nigga, anything goes Breakin fools off cause I'm a No Limit soldier At ease, and salute this pass 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 bitches 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 motherfuckin crowd I stay on like ice, switchin money, cause I like riches Hittin nothin but tight bitches, call me, I might hit ya Nigga make em say nah-n-nah, don't trip After I bust yo shit, then after that say na-n-n-nah I hang with niggas, I do my thang with niggas They wanna know if I gangbang Cause I hang with a whole gang of niggas 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 pull the most violence Mighty whites Cause I'll step in the club and say somethin To get that muthafucka to start fightin Bitch, bad as vogues, I'm cold as you see me Be Gs knockin niggas out? off 3-D Peep D, the game that I spit No Limit soldier cross my back I run this muthafucka, TRU niggas 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 cocked 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 ass 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 niggas 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 ass embarrassed 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 nigga that rap, when I? If they wanna know how to do it It could be the little bitty skinny muthafucka With the braids in his hair That used to live off Tchopitoula I done paid my dues, but still playin 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 moves I won't stop now, bitch, I can't stop You cant stop me, so, bitch, don't try We TRU soldiers, and we don't die We keep rollin, n-n-nah-nah-nah All aboard, bitch it's like a? inside ? hallelujah Niggas goin to war, got to fightin and shootin inside rumors Little bitch 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 nigga, I hold my tank up high Watch how many bitches get wild, n-nah-n-nah

Chorus and fade