Make ’Em Say Uhh #2

Lyrics

[Intro] [phone ringing] [No Limit studios]-"No Limit studio" [Master P]-"Yo nigga, whatcha'll workin' on?" [NLS]-"Nigga, who the fuck is this?" [MP]-"This P, nigga, whats happenin'" [NLS]-"This ain't no mutha fuckin' P. Nigga, you ain't got shit betta to do than play on the muthafuckin' phone?" [MP]-"Man, take me off muthafuckin' speaker-phone an' pick the phone up. This P nigga. Stop fuckin' playin'" [NLS]-"Nigga, if this fuckin P, nigga, say 'uhh', nigga. Fuck" [MP]-"Nigga, I ain't bout to say no muthafuckin' 'uhh'. Pick the phone up, nigga" [NLS]-"Nigga, what?" [MP]-"I'm on my muthafuckin' way right now" [NLS]-"Come on then, come on then nigga" Da Last Don, nigga (remix) Ha ha (ha ha) [Verse 1: Master P:] Make em say uhhhh! Uhhhh! Na na na na Na na na na Make em say Uhh Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! I told ya I'm the colonel of this muthafuckin' tank Don't make me get rowdy and start pullin rank My comrads with tanks with diamonds and TRU tats We make em say 'uhhhh!' An' 'how ya do that' Third ward hustlaz On these streets chasin' riches Penetentury chances Cause this a risky buissiness A No Limit Souldier Commander in Chief An' Michael Jackson can't rock a muthafuckin' party like me I'm bumpin' for the real niggas, playaz, and hustlaz Qualified killaz, certified head-bustaz Got love for the North, South, East, to the West Soldierz throw ya rag, Killaz how ya' vest Flashin' red lights Runnin' from the rollerz If life was a movie, 'CUT!' Pass me the dojah [Chorus:] Make em say uhh! Uhh! Na na na na Na na na na [X3] [Verse 2: Fiend:] Well, if ya knew something. Fiend Still tryin' to do somethin' TRU smokaz dont gotta blow We done already blew sumpthin I still want the green, cornbread, and the cabbage No Limit savage, well known as the baddest When I was bustin out expeditions you wasn't ready Turn ya lights off like Teddy, bangin out the 470 Lyrically a machete, I dig da dirt and bury Fiend, the excited private, Nolimit mercenary I hurt an' make you worry, thats just for the loot Can't get get a tank dog salute, P told me to shoot I represent the boot, An' the world is rowdy, rowdy Makin' you say uhhh with the colonol, Mr. Bout it [Chorus:] Make em say uhh Uhh Na na na na Na na na na [X3] [Verse 3: Silkk the Shocker:] P gon' make ya say uhhh! I'm gon' make ya say ahhhhhhh! But this time I'm gon' get rowdy by sayin na na na na na I'm a cash getta, a No Limit ass kicka' I'm a bad nigga ,Fast nigga, ask the last nigga Keep my mind on my money because I like riches House full of tight bitches, call me, I might hitcha Now make em say na na na Tryin ta act hard core betta for the flow Na na na na na na Now send the boy loot, i hit the booth and drop a verse (Silkk still promoting violence) I'm tryin' to clock the scrilla But it's hard not to curse Now I'm a No Limit soldier So I get my strength through my duties Bout to make em scream 'MISTER!' Like the movie (na na na na na) [Chorus:] Make em say uhh Uhh Na na na na Na na na na [X3] [Verse 4: Mia X:] You know we showed you once before the tank couldn't be stopped Playa hataz yap alot but they get dropped in they spot Off the top, Think not? Then run up on this cocked 9 milla Mamma Mia's asshole feeder, head splitta Wouldn't wanna be ya, See ya At the top of billboard, Yeah we lookin down Wavin at you muthfuckaz,How you like us now? Called us country way back, Laughed at bout it bout it Now everybody shouts and wants to be rowdy rowdy T-R-U is what we claim represent dat dirty south 4-star major general Mamma, verbal pirahna Down to ride with No Limit soldiers, yeah we flexin' Wit' the colonel Master P he be the ghetto Jed Clampett Paper chasaz what they labled us, let em know If that ass tried to play wit us, Gotta go fasho We know what we do It's never gon die World-wide in yo' hood P gon' make ya say Wooooo [Chorus:] Make em say uhh Uhh Na na na na Na na na na [X3] [Verse 5: Snoop Dogg:] Man, I'm smokin' on some chop-chop from S-G-V No Limit family wit' the D-P-G Last Don, Big Dogg, what's up? what's happenin'? Nigga run up We gon' tear da club up Top rank, best dank mo' bank in dis game Who could it be? Ya'll know my muthafuckin' name I ain't neva met a gangsta who ain't loved to bang Especially when the Tank represent his game See, when a No Limit soldier walks in the house Nigga get em up, We gon turn this bitch out BOOOOOOOOOOOMM