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Master P Make Em Say Ugh
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Master P
Master P
Performer
Silkk the Shocker
Silkk the Shocker
Musician
Mia X
Mia X
Musician
Fiend
Fiend
Rap
Mystikal
Mystikal
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edward Fletcher
Edward Fletcher
Composer
B. Mcdonald
B. Mcdonald
Composer
Vyshonne King Miller
Vyshonne King Miller
Composer
Doug Wimbish
Doug Wimbish
Composer
Craig Derry
Craig Derry
Composer
George Young
George Young
Composer
Ricky Jones
Ricky Jones
Composer
Sylvia Robinson
Sylvia Robinson
Composer
Dwain Mitchell
Dwain Mitchell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
KLC
KLC
Producer

Lyrics

No Limit Studios, whassup? Who dis is? Who dis is? Nigga, this rappin' 4-Tay, who is this? Oh dis P P? Yeah dis P, P? Yeah, well if this P, lemme hear ya say uhh! This ain't no motherfuckin' P! Man, hang the phone up Uhh! Na, nah na nah Make 'em say, uhh (Uhh!) Na, nah, na, nah (Na, nah, na, nah) 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 niggas nose In the projects niggas anything goes Breakin' fools off 'cause I'm a No Limit soldier at ease Now salute, this pass me the doja Make 'em say, uhh (Uhh!) Na, nah, na, nah (Na, nah, na, nah) Make 'em say, uhh (Uhh!) Na, nah, na, nah (Na, nah, na, nah) Make 'em say, uhh (Uhh!) Na, nah, na, nah (Na, nah, na, nah) 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 uhh went twice (Uhh, uhh) And ended with nine, get 'em Make 'em say, uhh (Uhh!) Na, nah, na, nah (Na, nah, na, nah) Make 'em say, uhh (Uhh!) Na, nah, na, nah (Na, nah, na, nah) P gon' make ya say uhh, I'ma make you say ow 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 niggas (Uhh!) They wanna know if I gangbang 'Cause I hang with a whole gang of niggas 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 PG never fuckin' knockin' niggas '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 niggas And I, betcha y'all niggas ya say, "Bet!" Make 'em say, uhh (Uhh!) Na, nah, na, nah (Na, nah, na, nah) Make 'em say, uhh (Uhh!) Na, nah, na, nah (Na, nah, na, nah) 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 niggas 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' Make 'em say, uhh (Uhh!) Na, nah, na, nah (Na, nah, na, nah) Make 'em say, uhh (Uhh!) Na, nah, na, nah (Na, nah, na, nah) 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 Make 'em say, uhh! (Uhh!) Na, nah, na, nah (Na, nah, na, nah) Make 'em say, uhh! (Uhh!) Na, nah, na, nah (Na, nah, na, nah)
Writer(s): Craig Lewis Derry, Richard Anthony Jones Jr., Bernard Alexander, Dwain Mitchell, Mia Young, Craig Stephen Lawson, Douglas Arthur Wimbish, Percy Miller, Vyshonn King Miller, Edward G. Fletcher, Michael Tyler, Sylvia Robinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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