Текст песни: Master P - Let`s Get Em



Yo locs nigga shit, I know you done whipped up this muthaphukkin dope, but

we gonna break these niggas off. But, uh I need to go out and handle my

buisiness with some of these niggas, cause uh niggas out here

are rappin, or

should I say yappin. They dont realize that, nigga this is real life. This

reality. You know what Im sayin? Nigga when you say somethin about a

nigga, you got to be ready to die for that shit. You know what Im sayin? I

mean its like uh, niggas out here wanna be me. Heh. Niggas know the real

from the fake man. I smell a muthafuckin jealousy everywhere I go. Niggas

is wearin it. But uh, we bout to handle this muthafuckin shit. We gonna

set the muthafuckin record straight. UGGGH.



There they go

There they go

There they go

UGGGHHH!

Pass me them thangs

Lets Get Em!

3 x



I get swoll like a boulder

Bitch Im a soldier

Yall runnin from the rollers

I slang tapes like crack

My rhymes so pure you hit it with 2,7

8 come back

And the game wont change cause Im the dopeman

But why yall niggas still runnin all off at the mouth man

TRU niggas dont talk shit

We in the game stackin Gs

Yall niggas still tryna get me

With playas and hustlas

But chall cant make no money

Cause yall niggas BUSTAS!

Hahm Bra

The game wont change

Yall niggas mad cause Master P got some change

Seen a nigga in the ghetto slangin dope

Now yall buyin my shit out the record store

And yo baby momma lovin me

And everytime you turn on the TV

I feel ya muggin me

But I cant be stopped

Cause real TRU niggas make their money from slangin rocks

Heh yall niggas slangin bunk rhymes

Thats why Im in the game, and I got mine

And yall Jewish brothas hollerin that black shit

Quick to sell a muthafucka to the white bitch

For 15%

That aint enough money to pay my muthafuckin rent

I made a movie nigga think Im slangin coke a lees

Nobody questions Bill when hes smokin weed

And Pac and Biggie taught me a lesson

What?

Never leave without your Smith N Wesson.



Bitch you went from the man that go AHHH

And the man that go UGGH

I ought to be proof up your ass that there just aint no limit to the shit

we been doin

Only way to keep you from sayin my name is to put my dick in your mouth

I piss on your porch, shit in your house

Somebody said that you were talkin about me

I heard that

I could fuck you up with words but you dont deserve that

Go ahead rhymes rest your fuckin barber, but hurry back

I took a brain outta my own head

Whip yo ass with one of my platts

You mad cause Im bringin home big ol shows my nigga with no tax

Jumpin cause we got a bigger fan bases and gold plats

Unfortunately a couple of things that in this industry that niggas dont

understand

90 percent of this shit is your buisiness

10 percent of this shit is your timing

Slangin tapes across the whole planet

Mystikal, Master P, Silkk tha Shocker

We gonna keep this bitch jammin

Above the standard

No Limit on the charts slammin

Fuckin wit what we planned

Well gonna leave you dead where you standin

Aint that fool yall



Whenever we have to fuckin talk

We be silent

Or should I say real silent

Real niggas they speak with fuckin violence

Thats why I play a muthafucka like hockey

They mad cause they ho jock me

They cant stop me

So their result is to fuckin copy

I say P where they at?

There they go

I spot em I got em

Got EM!

Probably man thinks they on the muthafuckin top they on the bottom

See uh, you run your mouth

Nigga, Ill be like nigga what!

What

Tryna talk some shit about em, they wanna be just like us!

They talk about one

They talk about all of fuckin us

Fuckin white roll real killas dealas who dont give a fuck!

See Im on some evil murderous devil shit

Got some niggas over they head they couldnt get off

I was the devilest

So what you sayin nigga

I roll with niggas with big triggers

Million dolla shit niggas with big figures

Tru niggas

Yall can tell, we soldiers off the back

We dont fuck around we stay strapped

Fucked up talkin bout you know where we at

Wherever, whenever, however it goes

I wash your mouth out with soap

Rush to you outside know what Im sayin

No fuckin mo!

Here we go



All yall fake ass niggas. Nigga gon get chall. Cause you know what? A

real TRU nigga, when he go to jail, he never rat on his potna. He get

caught by the police TRU niggas dont talk. Whenever TRU nigga falled off

in the street, he hustles. Cause TRU niggas know how to pop back up. They

dont need to use other niggas names. Another niggas muthafuckin game. A

TRU nigga is a muthafuckin man. Gotta stand on his own nigga. All yall

fake niggas, yall eventually gonna fade with the muthafuckin wind. Until

then nigga we bout it bout it n 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

muthafuckin group TRU, Master P, Cmurder, and Silkk nigga. Family.

Remember that.

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Yo locs nigga shit, I know you done whipped up this muthaphukkin dope, but

we gonna break these niggas off. But, uh I need to go out and handle my

buisiness with some of these niggas, cause uh niggas out here

are rappin, or

should I say yappin. They dont realize that, nigga this is real life. This

reality. You know what Im sayin? Nigga when you say somethin about a

nigga, you got to be ready to die for that shit. You know what Im sayin? I

mean its like uh, niggas out here wanna be me. Heh. Niggas know the real

from the fake man. I smell a muthafuckin jealousy everywhere I go. Niggas

is wearin it. But uh, we bout to handle this muthafuckin shit. We gonna

set the muthafuckin record straight. UGGGH.



There they go

There they go

There they go

UGGGHHH!

Pass me them thangs

Lets Get Em!

3 x



I get swoll like a boulder

Bitch Im a soldier

Yall runnin from the rollers

I slang tapes like crack

My rhymes so pure you hit it with 2,7

8 come back

And the game wont change cause Im the dopeman

But why yall niggas still runnin all off at the mouth man

TRU niggas dont talk shit

We in the game stackin Gs

Yall niggas still tryna get me

With playas and hustlas

But chall cant make no money

Cause yall niggas BUSTAS!

Hahm Bra

The game wont change

Yall niggas mad cause Master P got some change

Seen a nigga in the ghetto slangin dope

Now yall buyin my shit out the record store

And yo baby momma lovin me

And everytime you turn on the TV

I feel ya muggin me

But I cant be stopped

Cause real TRU niggas make their money from slangin rocks

Heh yall niggas slangin bunk rhymes

Thats why Im in the game, and I got mine

And yall Jewish brothas hollerin that black shit

Quick to sell a muthafucka to the white bitch

For 15%

That aint enough money to pay my muthafuckin rent

I made a movie nigga think Im slangin coke a lees

Nobody questions Bill when hes smokin weed

And Pac and Biggie taught me a lesson

What?

Never leave without your Smith N Wesson.



Bitch you went from the man that go AHHH

And the man that go UGGH

I ought to be proof up your ass that there just aint no limit to the shit

we been doin

Only way to keep you from sayin my name is to put my dick in your mouth

I piss on your porch, shit in your house

Somebody said that you were talkin about me

I heard that

I could fuck you up with words but you dont deserve that

Go ahead rhymes rest your fuckin barber, but hurry back

I took a brain outta my own head

Whip yo ass with one of my platts

You mad cause Im bringin home big ol shows my nigga with no tax

Jumpin cause we got a bigger fan bases and gold plats

Unfortunately a couple of things that in this industry that niggas dont

understand

90 percent of this shit is your buisiness

10 percent of this shit is your timing

Slangin tapes across the whole planet

Mystikal, Master P, Silkk tha Shocker

We gonna keep this bitch jammin

Above the standard

No Limit on the charts slammin

Fuckin wit what we planned

Well gonna leave you dead where you standin

Aint that fool yall



Whenever we have to fuckin talk

We be silent

Or should I say real silent

Real niggas they speak with fuckin violence

Thats why I play a muthafucka like hockey

They mad cause they ho jock me

They cant stop me

So their result is to fuckin copy

I say P where they at?

There they go

I spot em I got em

Got EM!

Probably man thinks they on the muthafuckin top they on the bottom

See uh, you run your mouth

Nigga, Ill be like nigga what!

What

Tryna talk some shit about em, they wanna be just like us!

They talk about one

They talk about all of fuckin us

Fuckin white roll real killas dealas who dont give a fuck!

See Im on some evil murderous devil shit

Got some niggas over they head they couldnt get off

I was the devilest

So what you sayin nigga

I roll with niggas with big triggers

Million dolla shit niggas with big figures

Tru niggas

Yall can tell, we soldiers off the back

We dont fuck around we stay strapped

Fucked up talkin bout you know where we at

Wherever, whenever, however it goes

I wash your mouth out with soap

Rush to you outside know what Im sayin

No fuckin mo!

Here we go



All yall fake ass niggas. Nigga gon get chall. Cause you know what? A

real TRU nigga, when he go to jail, he never rat on his potna. He get

caught by the police TRU niggas dont talk. Whenever TRU nigga falled off

in the street, he hustles. Cause TRU niggas know how to pop back up. They

dont need to use other niggas names. Another niggas muthafuckin game. A

TRU nigga is a muthafuckin man. Gotta stand on his own nigga. All yall

fake niggas, yall eventually gonna fade with the muthafuckin wind. Until

then nigga we bout it bout it n 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

muthafuckin group TRU, Master P, Cmurder, and Silkk nigga. Family.

Remember that.

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