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master p – let’s get them lyrics

[intro]
yo, locs, n-gga, sh-t… i know you done whipped up this motherf-ckin’ dope
but we gonna break these n-ggas off
but, uh i need to go out and handle my business with some of these n-ggas
’cause, uh, n-ggas out here rappin’, or should i say yappin’
they don’t realize that, n-gga, this is real life, this reality
you know what i’m sayin’, n-gga, when you say somethin’ about a n-gga
you got to be ready to die for that sh-t, you know what i’m sayin’
i mean it’s like uh, n-ggas out here wanna be me, eh
n-ggas know the real from the fake, man
i smell the motherf-ckin’ jealousy everywhere i go, n-ggas is wearin’ it
but, uh… we ’bout to handle this motherf-ckin’ sh-t
we gon’ set the motherf-ckin’ record straight (ugh!)

[hook]
there they go, there they go, there they go (ugh!)
p-ss me them thangs, let’s get ’em
there they go, there they go, there they go (ugh!)
p-ss me them thangs, let’s get ’em
there they go, there they go, there they go (ugh!)
p-ss me them thangs, let’s get ’em

[verse 1]
i get swole like a boulder
b-tch i’m a soldier, y’all runnin’ 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 dopeman
but why y’all n-ggas still runnin’ off at the mouth man
tru n-ggas don’t talk sh-t
we in the game stackin’ g’s, y’all n-ggas still tryin’ to get me
with playas and hustlas
but y’all can’t make no money ’cause y’all n-ggas is bustas
the game won’t change
y’all n-ggas mad ’cause master p got some change
seen a n-gga in the ghetto slangin’ dope
now y’all buyin’ my sh-t out the record store
and yo baby mama lovin’ me
and every time you turn on the tv i feel you muggin’ me
but i can’t be stopped, can’t be stopped
’cause real tru n-ggas make their money from slangin’ rocks
y’all n-ggas slangin’ bunk rhymes
that’s why i’m in the game and i got mines
and y’all jewish brothers hollerin’ that black sh-t
quick to sell a motherf-cker to the white b-tch
for fifteen percent
that ain’t enough money to pay my motherf-ckin’ rent
i made a movie n-gga think i’m slangin’ coca leaves
n0body questioned bill when he smokin’ weed
and pac and biggie taught me a lesson (what?)
never leave without your smith and wesson

[verse 2: mystikal]
b-tch you went from the man that go “ahh” and the man that go “ugh!”
ought be proof enough to your -ss that there just ain’t no limit to the sh-t we doin’
only way to keep you from sayin’ my name is put my d-ck in yo’ mouth
i p-ss on your porch, sh-t in your house
somebody said that n-gga was talkin’ about me, i heard that
i could f-ck you up with words but you don’t deserve that
go ahead rhymes rest your f-ckin’ barber, but hurry back
i take a braid out my own head, whoop yo’ -ss with one of my plaits
mad ’cause i’m bringin’ home big old shows my n-gga with no tax
jumpin’ ’cause we got a bigger fan base and gold plaques
unfortunately a couple of things that in this industry that n-ggas don’t understand
ninety percent of this sh-t is your business, ten percent of this sh-t is your timin’
slangin’ tapes across the whole planet
mystikal, master p, silkk the shocker goin’ to keep this b-tch jammin’
above the standard, no limit is on the charts slammin’
f-ckin’ with what we planned they goin’ to leave you dead where you standin’
ain’t that fool y’all

[verse 3: silkk the shocker]
real n-ggas don’t f-ckin’ talk, we be silent, silent
real n-ggas don’t speak, they speak with f-ckin’ violence
that’s why i play these motherf-ckers 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 n-gga, i be like n-gga what
tryin’ to talk that sh-t about us, they want to be just like us
they talk about one, talk about all of f-ckin’ us
f-ck n-gga quiet around k!llers and dealers who don’t give a f-ck
see i’m on some evil murderous devil sh-t
got n-ggas over n-ggas head couldn’t get off i was the government
(d-mn what you say n-gga) i roll with n-ggas with big triggers
i got million dollar sh-t n-gga with big figures (tru n-ggas)
and y’all can tell em, we soldiers off the bat
we don’t f-ck around we stay strapped
give a f-ck what y’all talkin’ 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 f-ckin’ more
here we go

[outro: master p]
all y’all fake -ss n-ggas, n-gga goin’ to get y’all
cause you know what
a real tru n-gga, when he go to jail, he never rat on his partner
he get caught by the police tru n-ggas don’t talk
whenever tru n-gga fall off in the street, he hustles
cause tru n-ggas know how to pop back up
they don’t need to use other n-ggas names or another n-ggas motherf-ckin’ game
a tru n-gga is a motherf-ckin’ man, got to stand on his own n-gga
all y’all fake n-ggas, y’all eventually gon’ fade with the motherf-ckin’ wind
until then n-gga we ’bout it ’bout it and rowdy rowdy n-gga
no limit for life
t-r-u, n-gga, and when i say t-r-u, i mean the whole no limit family
the motherf-ckin’ group tru, master p, c-murder, and silkk, n-gga
family, remember that

- master p lyrics

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