Master P - Make Em' Say Uhh! lyrics correction

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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)?! 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 toes 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 too 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 rappers look up to 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 on Tchoupitoulas 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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