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| Master P Ghetto D Let's Get Em f/ Mystikal, Silkk the Shocker 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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