Lets Get Em lyrics

by

Mystikal


[Chorus: Master P & C-Murder]
Where them n*ggas at
Where them n*ggas at
There them n*ggas go
[Master P]
Uhhhhh
f*ck it, let's get em x4

[Verse 1: C-Murder]
I'm a motherf*cking soldier
b*tch I thought I told ya, I smoke your ass like doja
n*ggas mad cause my tapes selling like crack
Sold a million records, not one disc came back
You know, I gotta repre f*ckin sent
My ghetto n*ggas got me getting paid like the president
But TRU n*ggas don't yap about it (yap about it)
But when I do some gangsta sh*t, you know I gotta rap about it
I left the dope on the motherf*cking table
The feds mad cause we the number one rap label
No Limit records made history in this b*tch
And it's a myth on how ghetto n*ggas getting rich
The whole world say they bout it bout it
I drop this ghetto sh*t, and get my thug n*ggas rowdy
My tank dogs coming through, where them n*ggas at
Ready to hit em, P, pass me them thangs, let me get em
[Chorus: Master P & C-Murder]
Where them n*ggas at
Where them n*ggas at
There them n*ggas go
[Master P]
Uhhhhh
f*ck it, let's get em x4

[Verse 2: Mr. Magic]
P man, pass me them thangs and let me get em
I be damned if I don't kill a n*gga
They shouldn't be f*ckin with ya
They don't respect a f*cking soldier
They gonna roll or get rolled over, or get f*cked over
Now I may be the first to go with, but you best believe
Thirty n*ggas came out here to get us, thirty n*ggas gonna bleed
I'm here to protect and serve my tank dogs
And any n*gga that f*ck with us
Colonel, get ready to go to war, I'm hitting hard
A made n*gga, that's why they call me mister Magic
Busting that n*ggas that try it, Magic and laugh
I'm military minding, I don't second guess
Click clack blast, erasing n*ggas, it's all bad

[Chorus: Master P & C-Murder]
Where them n*ggas at
Where them n*ggas at
There them n*ggas go
[Master P]
Uhhhhh
f*ck it, let's get em x4
[Verse 3: Master P]
n*gga I ride for scrilla, hang with dealers
Daddy wasn't home so I rode with them killers
And thug n*ggas high off hennesey and weed
Tatoos and oz's, invested in CD's
Now the feds wanna see me dead
Independent, black owned and teaching other n*ggas how to get paid
Ran with some gangs, bank for some change
Third ward n*ggas don't play no f*cking games
Me and Silkk, C-Murder, we killers
Plus Magic together, a world of TRU n*ggas!
Taking over this rap game
It's No Limit for life, lights out I'm the trigger man

[Outro: Master P]
(bang, bang, bang, bang)
OK, I'm reloading! Ha ha!
I told yall, No Limit n*ggas, we mercenary soldiers
We don't talk, we don't rap about n*ggas
We all about getting our motherf*cking paper
A coward dies a million deaths, but a soldier only dies once n*gga
Real n*ggas, they play the motherf*cking game they don't talk n*gga
Ha ha, yall fake ass n*ggas, yall think about it
Rapping for the motherf*cking white folks
We independent black owned n*gga
Ghetto n*ggas, ha
Real n*ggas and b*tches unite. Ha ha
f*ck fifteen percent n*gga, I want the whole motherf*cking wallet
Talk to the n*ggas I feed n*gga if you got problems
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