Master P - Let's Get 'Em (Feat. Mystikal & Silkk The Shocker) | Текст песни

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[Intro: Master P]
Yo locs nigga shit, I know you done whipped up this motherfucking dope
But we gonna break these niggas off
But, uh I need to go out and handle my business with some of these niggas
Cause uh niggas out here rapping, or should I say yapping
They don't realize that, nigga this is real life, this reality
You know what I'm saying nigga when you say something about a nigga
You got to be ready to die for that shit, you know what I'm saying
I mean its like uh, niggas out here wanna be me, eh
Niggas know the real from the fake man
I smell the motherfucking jealousy everywhere I go, niggas is wearing it
But uh, we bout to handle this motherfucking shit
We gonna set the motherfucking record straight Ugh

[Chorus x3 - Master P]
There they go, there they go, there they go
Ugh
Pass me them thangs, let's get em

[Verse 1: Master P]
I get swole like a boulder, bitch I'm a soldier
Y'all running from the rollers
I slang tapes like crack
My rhymes so pure hit it with two seven eight come back
And the game won't change cause I'm the dope man
But why y'all niggas still running off at the mouth man
TRU niggas don't talk shit
We in the game stacking Gs, y'all niggas still trying to get me
With playas and hustlas
But y'all can't make no money cause y'all niggas bustas
The game won't change
Y'all niggas mad cause Master P got some change
Seen a nigga in the ghetto slangin' dope
Now y'all buying my shit out the record store
And yo baby mama loving me
And every time you turn on the TV I feel you mugging me
But I can't be stopped, can't be stopped
Cause real TRU niggas make their money from slangin' rocks
Eh, y'all niggas slangin' bunk rhymes
That's why I'm in the game and I got mines
And y'all Jewish brothers hollering that black shit
Quick to sell a motherfucker to the white bitch
For fifteen percent
That ain't enough money to pay my motherfucking rent
I made a movie nigga think I'm slangin' coca leaves
Nobody questioned Bill when he smoking weed
And Pac and Biggie taught me a lesson
What, never leave without your Smith and Wesson

[Chorus x3 - Master P]

[Verse 2: Mystikal]
Bitch you went from the man that go ahhhhh and the man that go uggh
Ought be proof enough to your ass that there just ain't no limit to the shit we doing
Only way they keep people from saying my name is to put a dick in your mouth
I piss on your porch, shit in your house
Somebody said that nigga was talking about me, I heard that
I could fuck you up with words but you don't deserve that
Go ahead rhymes rest your fucking barber, but hurry back
I take a braid out my own head, whip yo ass with one of my plaits
Mad cause I'm bringing home big old shows my nigga with no tax
Jumping cause we got a bigger fan base and gold plaques
Unfortunately a couple of things that in this industry that niggas don't understand
Ninety percent of this shit is your business, ten percent of this shit is your timing
Slangin' tapes across the whole planet
Mystikal, Master P, Silkk the Shocker going to keep this bitch jamming
Above the standard, No Limit is on the charts slamming
Fucking with what we planned they going to leave you dead where you standing
Ain't that fool y'all

[Verse 3: Silkk the Shocker]
Real niggas don't fucking talk, we be silent, silent
Real niggas don't speak, they speak with fucking violence
That's why I play these motherfuckers like hockey
They mad cause they hoes jock me
They can't stop me so last result is to copy
See P where they at (There they go, there they go) I spot em, I got em
Probably mad cause we on the top and they on the bottom
See uh, you run your mouth nigga, I be like nigga what
Trying to talk that shit about us, they want to be just like us
They talk about one, talk about all of fucking us
Fuck nigga quiet around killers and dealers who don't give a fuck
See I'm on some evil murderous devil shit
Got niggas over niggas head couldn't get off I was the government
(Damn what you say nigga) I roll with niggas with big triggers
I got million dollar shit nigga with big figures (TRU niggas)
And y'all can tell em, we soldiers off the bat
We don't fuck around we stay strapped
Give a fuck what y'all talking about you know where we at
Wherever, whenever, however it goes
I wash your mouth out with soap
Rush you straight up you won't say our name no fucking more
Here we go

[Outro: Master P]
All y'all fake ass niggas, nigga going to get y'all
Cause you know what
A real TRU nigga, when he go to jail, he never rat on his partner
He get caught by the police TRU niggas don't talk
Whenever TRU nigga fall off in the street, he hustles
Cause TRU niggas know how to pop back up
They don't need to use other niggas names or another niggas motherfucking game
A TRU nigga is a motherfucking man, got to stand on his own nigga
All y'all fake niggas, y'all eventually going to fade with the motherfucking wind
Until then nigga we bout it bout it and rowdy rowdy nigga, No Limit for life
T-R-U nigga and when I say T-R-U, I mean the whole No Limit family
The motherfucking group TRU, Master P, C-Murder, and Silkk nigga
Family, remember that

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