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master p - let's get em lyrics

[master p/c-murder]
chorus
where them n-gg-s at
where them n-gg-s at
there them n-gg-s go
[master p]
uhhhhh
f-ck it, let’s get em x4

[c-murder]
i’m a motherf-cking soldier
b-tch i thought i told ya, i smoke your -ss like doja
n-gg-s mad cause my tapes selling like crack
sold a million records, not one disc came back
you know, i gotta repre f-ckin sent
my ghetto n-gg-s got me getting paid like the president
but tru n-gg-s don’t yap about it (yap about it)
but when i do some gangsta sh-t, you know i gotta rap about it
i left the dope on the motherf-cking table
the feds mad cause we the number one rap label
no limit records made history in this b-tch
and it’s a myth on how ghetto n-gg-s getting rich
the whole world say they bout it bout it
i drop this ghetto sh-t, and get my thug n-gg-s rowdy
my tank dogs coming through, where them n-gg-s at
ready to hit em, p, p-ss me them thangs, let me get em

chorus x4

[magic]
p man, p-ss me them thangs and let me get em
i be d-mned if i don’t kill a n-gg-
they shouldn’t be f-ckin with ya
they don’t respect a f-cking soldier
they gonna roll or get rolled over, or get f-cked over
now i may be the first to go with, but you best believe
thirty n-gg-s came out here to get us, thirty n-gg-s gonna bleed
i’m here to protect and serve my tank dogs
and any n-gg- that f-ck with us
colonel, get ready to go to war, i’m hitting hard
a made n-gg-, that’s why they call me mister magic
busting that n-gg-s that try it, magic and laugh
i’m military minding, i don’t second guess
click clack blast, erasing n-gg-s, it’s all bad

chorus x4

[master p]
n-gg- i ride for scrilla, hang with dealers
daddy wasn’t home so i rode with them killers
and thug n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s how to get paid
ran with some gangs, bank for some change
third ward n-gg-s don’t play no f-cking games
me and silkk, c-murder, we killers
plus magic together, a world of tru n-gg-s
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 n-gg-s, we mercenary soldiers.
we don’t talk, we don’t rap about n-gg-s.
we all about getting our motherf-cking paper.
a coward dies a million deaths, but a soldier only dies once n-gg-.
real n-gg-s, they play the motherf-cking game they don’t talk n-gg-.
ha ha, yall fake -ss n-gg-s, yall think about it.
rapping for the motherf-cking white folks.
we independent black owned n-gg-.
ghetto n-gg-s, ha.
real n-gg-s and b-tches unite. ha ha.
f-ck fifteen percent n-gg-, i want the whole motherf-cking wallet.
talk to the n-gg-s i feed n-gg- if you got problems

- master p lyrics

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