Mr. Magic - Let's Get 'Em lyrics

[Master P/C-Murder] Chorus Where them n***as at Where them n***as at There them n***as go [Master P] Uhhhhh f** it, let's get em x4 [C-Murder] I'm a motherf**ing soldier b**h I thought I told ya, I smoke your a** like doja n***as mad cause my tapes selling like crack Sold a million records, not one disc came back You know, I gotta repre f**in sent My ghetto n***as got me getting paid like the president But TRU n***as don't yap about it (yap about it) But when I do some gangsta sh**, you know I gotta rap about it I left the dope on the motherf**ing table The feds mad cause we the number one rap label No Limit records made history in this b**h And it's a myth on how ghetto n***as getting rich The whole world say they bout it bout it I drop this ghetto sh**, and get my thug n***as rowdy My tank dogs coming through, where them n***as at Ready to hit em, P, pa** me them thangs, let me get em Chorus x4 [Magic] P man, pa** me them thangs and let me get em I be damned if I don't k** a n***a They shouldn't be f**in with ya They don't respect a f**ing soldier They gonna roll or get rolled over, or get f**ed over Now I may be the first to go with, but you best believe Thirty n***as came out here to get us, thirty n***as gonna bleed I'm here to protect and serve my tank dogs And any n***a that f** with us Colonel, get ready to go to war, I'm hitting hard A made n***a, that's why they call me mister Magic Busting that n***as that try it, Magic and laugh I'm military minding, I don't second guess Click clack blast, erasing n***as, it's all bad Chorus x4 [Master P] n***a I ride for scrilla, hang with dealers Daddy wasn't home so I rode with them k**ers And thug n***as 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***as how to get paid Ran with some gangs, bank for some change Third ward n***as don't play no f**ing games Me and Silkk, C-Murder, we k**ers Plus Magic together, a world of TRU n***as Taking over this rap game It's No Limit for life, lights out I'm the trigger man (bang, bang, bang, bang) OK, I'm reloading. Ha ha I told yall, No Limit n***as, we mercenary soldiers We don't talk, we don't rap about n***as We all about getting our motherf**ing paper A coward dies a million d**hs, but a soldier only dies once n***a Real n***as, they play the motherf**ing game they don't talk n***a Ha ha, yall fake a** n***as, yall think about it Rapping for the motherf**ing white folks We independent black owned n***a Ghetto n***as, ha Real n***as and b**hes unite. Ha ha f** fifteen percent n***a, I want the whole motherf**ing wallet Talk to the n***as I feed n***a if you got problems