Make Em Say Uhh! Lyrics by Master P

Make Em Say Uhh! Lyrics

    *dialtone, touch tone buttons being pushed, phone rings twice*

    No Limit Studios, whassup?
    Who dis is? Who dis is?
    Nigga, this Rappin 4-Tay, who is this?
    Oh dis P
    P?! *said with disbelief*
    Yeah dis P!
    P?! (Yeah) Well if this P lemme hear ya say ungggggggggggh
    UngnGNGYAHAHgngnnghh *voice cracking*
    This ain't no motherfuckin P!
    Man, hang the phone up

    [MP] Ungggggghh, na-nah na-nah
    [MP] Make em say UNGGGGGGH (UNGGGGGGH)
    Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah)

    [Master P]
    Nigga, I'm the colonel of the motherfuckin tank
    Y'all after big thangs, we after big bank
    3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in combats
    Convicts and dealers, and killers with TRU tats
    Never gave a fuck bout no hoes on our riches
    And niggaz come short, I'm diggin ditches
    M.P. pullin stripes, 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 haters and you bustas
    Steppin on cold, break a niggaz nose
    In the projects niggaz anything goes
    Breakin fools off cause I'm a No Limit soldier
    At ease now salute, this pass me the doja

    Chorus: Master P and No Limit

    Make em say UNGGGGGGH (UNGGGGGGH)
    Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah)

    (repeat 3X)

    [Fiend]
    Fiend exercisin this right, of exorcism bustin out the expedition
    Bullets choppin haters business to about the size of prisms our mission
    They heard we scary, No Limit mercenary
    No tellin how bad it get, because the worst'll vary
    I heard you make em worry, that this for the loot
    They intimidated by the rounds that the tank shoot
    Tank Dogs salute! Every robbery in store, 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 up
    My UNGGGGGGH went twice (ungh, ungh)
    And ended with nine, get em

    Chorus (2X)

    [Silkk the Shocker]
    P gon' make ya say UNGGGGGGH, I'ma make you say OWWWWWWWW
    I'm not Eric B but guaranteed to Move this motherfuckin Crowd
    I stay on like light switches, money, cause I like riches
    Hittin nothin but tight bitches, call me, I might hit ya
    Nigga make em say nah-nah-nah, don't trip
    After I bust yo' shit, then after that say na-nah-nah-nah
    I hang with niggaz, I do my thang with niggaz (unggggh)
    They wanna know if I gangbang, cause I hang with a whole gang of niggaz
    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 promotes violence? You might be right
    cause I'll step in the club and say somethin
    to get that motherfucker start to, fightin!! (Bout it!!)
    Bad as vogues, I'm cold, extra see through
    ?P-G? never fuckin knockin niggaz cause I make em all see 3-D
    And P-D's the game that I spit, No Limit Soldiers got my back
    I run this motherfucker, TRU niggaz
    And I, betcha y'all niggaz ya say, "Bet!"

    Chorus (2X)

    [Mia X]
    We capitalize and monopolize on everything we see keep pistols drawed
    and cocked, we got the industry locked, we can't be stopped, too hot
    Check the spots that we got, on Billboard
    This Tank can set up roadblocks, we fadin all you hoes
    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 10 niggaz
    Forget the baby boys, it's the biggest mamma Mia
    The Unlady Like diva, lyrical man eater, believe her
    Or see her, and get that ass embarrassed
    If you're a decision maker, guaranteed you'll get carried away
    So stay in yo' place, when ya hear mamma speakin
    Cannon spray, clear the way, when ya see The Tank creepin

    Chorus (2X)

    [Mystikal]
    Hi
    I'm that nigga that rap and stick-up Joe when they won't know how to do it
    You could be the little bitty skinny motherfucker with the braids in his hair
    Usin limos and choppers too
    I done paid my dues, but still played 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 can't stop me, so bitch don't try we
    We TRU soldiers, we don't die
    We keep rollin, na-nah-nah-nah-nah
    All aboard, bitch it's like a choir inside
    The group goin hallelujah
    Niggaz goin to war, got to fightin and shootin inside rumors
    Bitches be sayin he there, we there, BEWARE!!!
    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, na-nah na-nah

    Chorus and fade

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