Let’s Get Them

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo, Locs, nigga, shit... I know you done whipped up this motherfuckin' dope But we gonna break these niggas off But, uh I need to go out and handle my business with some of these niggas 'Cause, uh, niggas out here rappin', or should I say yappin' They don't realize that, nigga, this is real life, this reality You know what I'm sayin', nigga, when you say somethin' about a nigga You got to be ready to die for that shit, you know what I'm sayin' I mean it's like uh, niggas out here wanna be me, eh Niggas know the real from the fake, man I smell the motherfuckin' jealousy everywhere I go, niggas is wearin' it But, uh... we 'bout to handle this motherfuckin' shit We gon' set the motherfuckin' 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 Bitch 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 niggas still runnin' off at the mouth man TRU niggas don't talk shit We in the game stackin' G's, y'all niggas still tryin' to get me With playas and hustlas But y'all can't make no money 'cause y'all niggas is bustas The game won't change Y'all niggas mad 'cause Master P got some change Seen a nigga in the ghetto slangin' dope Now y'all buyin' my shit 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 niggas make their money from slangin' rocks Y'all niggas slangin' bunk rhymes That's why I'm in the game and I got mines And y'all Jewish brothers hollerin' that black shit Quick to sell a motherfucker to the white bitch For fifteen percent That ain't enough money to pay my motherfuckin' rent I made a movie nigga 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] Bitch 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 shit we doin' Only way to keep you from sayin' my name is put my dick in yo' mouth I piss on your porch, shit in your house Somebody said that nigga was talkin' about me, I heard that I could fuck you up with words but you don't deserve that Go ahead rhymes rest your fuckin' 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 nigga with no tax Jumpin' 'cause we got a bigger fan base and gold plaques Unfortunately a couple of things that in this industry that niggas don't understand Ninety percent of this shit is your business, ten percent of this shit is your timin' Slangin' tapes across the whole planet Mystikal, Master P, Silkk the Shocker goin' to keep this bitch jammin' Above the standard, No Limit is on the charts slammin' Fuckin' 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 niggas don't fuckin' talk, we be silent, silent Real niggas don't speak, they speak with fuckin' violence That's why I play these motherfuckers 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 nigga, I be like nigga what Tryin' to talk that shit about us, they want to be just like us They talk about one, talk about all of fuckin' us Fuck nigga quiet around killers and dealers who don't give a fuck See I'm on some evil murderous devil shit Got niggas over niggas head couldn't get off I was the government (Damn what you say nigga) I roll with niggas with big triggers I got million dollar shit nigga with big figures (TRU niggas) And y'all can tell em, we soldiers off the bat We don't fuck around we stay strapped Give a fuck 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 fuckin' 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 niggas, nigga goin' to get y'all Cause you know what A real TRU nigga, when he go to jail, he never rat on his partner He get caught by the police TRU niggas don't talk Whenever TRU nigga fall off in the street, he hustles Cause TRU niggas know how to pop back up They don't need to use other niggas names or another niggas motherfuckin' game A TRU nigga is a motherfuckin' man, got to stand on his own nigga All y'all fake niggas, y'all eventually gon' fade with the motherfuckin' wind Until then nigga we 'bout it 'bout it and rowdy rowdy nigga No Limit for life T-R-U, nigga, and when I say T-R-U, I mean the whole No Limit family The motherfuckin' group TRU, Master P, C-Murder, and Silkk, nigga Family, remember that