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 motherfuckincrowd/>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 10niggas
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