Let’s Get it Started lyrics

by

Master P


[Mr. Serv-On]

I'm a snatch your heart out through your f*cking chest
I represent this f*cking tank time to bow to the best
f*ck the rest
n*gga don't ask my f*cking rank
Will shoot your children in the grave and a pistol in your face now
Tell me what the f*ck you think about my bank
We getting bad don't touch these boys on my shoulder
How many times we told ya
We came to get this b*tch rowdy
Been bout it
?? and the colonel only
Virginia to Denver ready to die with me
So put your guns up
I gives a f*ck
So n*gga respect when I represent
Let's get it started

[Chorus]

Let's get it started
(b*tch I'm a soldier)
Started
(A soldier)
Let's get this mothaf*cka started
(A mothaf*cking soldier)
[Mia X]

n*gga what you want huh n*gga where ya at
We here to get it started playa haters gone get parted at the wigs you dig
Mama X is the picture with it on her mind
Subliminal lyricals tell ya she ain't lying
My mouthpeice got MC's shivering like a c*cked nine
Get on the floor surrender
Before my vocals send ya
To the promise land beg for your ?? then call me maam
Cause the only way your sh*t will survive is if my verbal gun jam
And it won't cause I don't be playing bout my lyric skills
Hit ya so hard your ID pictures gone feel it
The realest gots to be that TRU b*tch
From that No Limit click click
f*ck the rhyming n*gga its time for gangsta sh*t
And I'm with it, dumb hoe beaters be pounding
My right left ass whippings I give last to the year 2000
Quiet as kept, I step with soldiers starting it off
Think she ain't mama 4 starred major general of the tank
Let's get it started

[Chorus]

[Master P]
H-N-I a head n*gga in charge
Techs, Ak's Mc's we living large
Damn it ain't no sucker n*ggas bucking on you busters
Got them g's for you busters got them boulders for you
Cluckers
My game is to pull rank and rowdy
11 plus I'm bout it bout it
n*gga down south with the gangers
Slanging g's keep one up in the chamber
n*ggas don't play scream No Limit
n*gga talk sh*t a million n*ggas gone be in him
To your f*cking dome, rushing up your home
Fed hits on n*ggas that talk sh*t won't last long
Full metal jackets, grenade cause I'm a ghetto star
My definition of a soldier any n*gga that ain't scared to
Go to war

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[Silkk]

b*tch I be quick to jump something off the mothaf*cking ride of the
Worst
Keep sh*t at a minimum cause I don't like to hear that sh*t talking
In other words keep your mothaf*cking mouth quiet
I represent like f*cking flags and I sag like titties
n*gga I don't brag on your ass cause my 44 sag and my di*k shhh
Now peep though
Cause I'll drop your mothaf*cking ass like a 64
n*gga I'm creeping like creep shows
Creep mean sneaking like a mothaf*cking tip toe
To my slim n*ggas ?? like a penatentiary mothaf*cking baller
See I represent my mothaf*cking ward roll with n*ggas that hard
n*gga f*ck a bodyguard
n*gga f*ck stress I keep them guessing like a mothaf*cking charade
Bullets fly like grenades
n*gga f*ck weapons, next time you better step like berets
Keep my game sharp like a fade
What the f*ck you n*ggas say
No Limit Soldiers roll tight like f*cking braids
n*ggas stay twisted like f*cking dreads
n*gga busted ass n*ggas get played
Don't try to act f*cking brave
Cause I got the best pound for pound like beats
Ask O'Dell, KL, Mo B di*k and Craig B
So lets get ready to f*cking rumble
Let me ask you one time for you stumble
Can't stop us or shock us that's why I make your ass fumble
[Chorus]
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