Master P - Let's Get Them lyrics

[Intro: Master P] Yo locs n***a sh**, I know you done whipped up this motherf**ing dope But we gonna break these n***as off But, uh I need to go out and handle my business with some of these n***as Cause uh n***as out here rapping, or should I say yapping They don't realize that, n***a this is real life, this reality You know what I'm saying n***a when you say something about a n***a You got to be ready to die for that sh**, you know what I'm saying I mean its like uh, n***as out here wanna be me, eh n***as know the real from the fake man I smell the motherf**ing jealousy everywhere I go, n***as is wearing it But uh, we bout to handle this motherf**ing sh** We gonna set the motherf**ing record straight Ugh [Chorus x3 - Master P] There they go, there they go, there they go Ugh Pa** me them thangs, let's get em [Verse 1: Master P] I get swole like a boulder, b**h I'm a soldier Y'all running 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 dope man But why y'all n***as still running off at the mouth man TRU n***as don't talk sh** We in the game stacking Gs, y'all n***as still trying to get me With playas and hustlas But y'all can't make no money cause y'all n***as bustas The game won't change Y'all n***as mad cause Master P got some change Seen a n***a in the ghetto slangin' dope Now y'all buying my sh** out the record store And yo baby mama loving me And every time you turn on the TV I feel you mugging me But I can't be stopped, can't be stopped Cause real TRU n***as make their money from slangin' rocks Eh, y'all n***as slangin' bunk rhymes That's why I'm in the game and I got mines And y'all Jewish brothers hollering that black sh** Quick to sell a motherf**er to the white b**h For fifteen percent That ain't enough money to pay my motherf**ing rent I made a movie n***a think I'm slangin' c**a leaves Nobody questioned Bill when he smoking weed And Pac and Biggie taught me a lesson What, never leave without your Smith and Wesson [Chorus x3 - Master P] [Verse 2: Mystikal] b**h you went from the man that go ahhhhh and the man that go uggh Ought be proof enough to your a** that there just ain't no limit to the sh** we doing Only way they keep people from saying my name is to put a dick in your mouth I piss on your porch, sh** in your house Somebody said that n***a was talking about me, I heard that I could f** you up with words but you don't deserve that Go ahead rhymes rest your f**ing barber, but hurry back I take a braid out my own head, whip yo a** with one of my plaits Mad cause I'm bringing home big old shows my n***a with no tax Jumping cause we got a bigger fan base and gold plaques Unfortunately a couple of things that in this industry that n***as don't understand Ninety percent of this sh** is your business, ten percent of this sh** is your timing Slangin' tapes across the whole planet Mystikal, Master P, Silkk the Shocker going to keep this b**h jamming Above the standard, No Limit is on the charts slamming f**ing with what we planned they going to leave you dead where you standing Ain't that fool y'all [Verse 3: Silkk the Shocker] Real n***as don't f**ing talk, we be silent, silent Real n***as don't speak, they speak with f**ing violence That's why I play these motherf**ers 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 n***a, I be like n***a what Trying to talk that sh** about us, they want to be just like us They talk about one, talk about all of f**ing us f** n***a quiet around k**ers and dealers who don't give a f** See I'm on some evil murderous devil sh** Got n***as over n***as head couldn't get off I was the government (Damn what you say n***a) I roll with n***as with big triggers I got million dollar sh** n***a with big figures (TRU n***as) And y'all can tell em, we soldiers off the bat We don't f** around we stay strapped Give a f** what y'all talking 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 f**ing more Here we go [Outro: Master P] All y'all fake a** n***as, n***a going to get y'all Cause you know what A real TRU n***a, when he go to jail, he never rat on his partner He get caught by the police TRU n***as don't talk Whenever TRU n***a fall off in the street, he hustles Cause TRU n***as know how to pop back up They don't need to use other n***as names or another n***as motherf**ing game A TRU n***a is a motherf**ing man, got to stand on his own n***a All y'all fake n***as, y'all eventually going to fade with the motherf**ing wind Until then n***a we bout it bout it and rowdy rowdy n***a, No Limit for life T-R-U n***a and when I say T-R-U, I mean the whole No Limit family The motherf**ing group TRU, Master P, C-Murder, and Silkk n***a Family, remember that