Let’s Get Them lyrics

by

Mystikal


[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!)
Pass me them thangs, let's get 'em
There they go, there they go, there they go (Ugh!)
Pass me them thangs, let's get 'em
There they go, there they go, there they go (Ugh!)
Pass me them thangs, let's get 'em

[Verse 1: Master P]
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
Nobody questioned Bill when he smokin' weed
And Pac and Biggie taught me a lesson (What?)
Never leave without your Smith and Wesson
[Hook]
There they go, there they go, there they go (Ugh!)
Pass me them thangs, let's get 'em
There they go, there they go, there they go (Ugh!)
Pass me them thangs, let's get 'em
There they go, there they go, there they go (Ugh!)
Pass me them thangs, let's get 'em

[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 ass 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 di*k 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' ass 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 killers 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
(Damn 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

[Hook]
There they go, there they go, there they go (Ugh!)
Pass me them thangs, let's get 'em
There they go, there they go, there they go (Ugh!)
Pass me them thangs, let's get 'em
There they go, there they go, there they go (Ugh!)
Pass me them thangs, let's get 'em
[Outro: Master P]
All y'all fake ass 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
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