Master P - Let's Get Em lyrics

Yo locs n***a sh**, i know you done whipped up this muthaphukkin dope, but We gonna break these n***as off. but, uh i need to go out and handle my Buisiness with some of these n***as, cause uh n***as out here are rappin, or Should i say yappin. they dont realize that, n***a this is real life. this Reality. you know what im sayin? n***a when you say somethin about a n***a, you got to be ready to die for that sh**. you know what im sayin? i Mean its like uh, n***as out here wanna be me. heh. n***as know the real From the fake man. i smell a muthaf**in jealousy everywhere i go. n***as Is wearin it. but uh, we bout to handle this muthaf**in sh**. we gonna Set the muthaf**in record straight. ugggh. There they go There they go There they go Uggghhh! Pa** me them thangs Lets get em! 3 x I get swoll like a boulder b**h im a soldier Yall runnin from the rollers I slang tapes like crack My rhymes so pure you hit it with 2,7 8 come back And the game wont change cause im the dopeman But why yall n***as still runnin all off at the mouth man Tru n***as dont talk sh** We in the game stackin gs Yall n***as still tryna get me With playas and hustlas But chall cant make no money Cause yall n***as bustas! Hahm bra The game wont change Yall n***as mad cause master p got some change Seen a n***a in the ghetto slangin dope Now yall buyin my sh** out the record store And yo baby momma lovin me And everytime you turn on the tv I feel ya muggin me But i cant be stopped Cause real tru n***as make their money from slangin rocks Heh yall n***as slangin bunk rhymes Thats why im in the game, and i got mine And yall j**ish brothas hollerin that black sh** Quick to sell a muthaf**a to the white b**h For 15% That aint enough money to pay my muthaf**in rent I made a movie n***a think im slangin coke a lees Nobody questions bill when hes smokin weed And pac and biggie taught me a lesson What? Never leave without your smith n wesson. b**h you went from the man that go ahhh And the man that go uggh I ought to be proof up your a** that there just aint no limit to the sh** We been doin Only way to keep you from sayin my name is to put my dick in your mouth I piss on your porch, sh** in your house Somebody said that you were talkin about me I heard that I could f** you up with words but you dont deserve that Go ahead rhymes rest your f**in barber, but hurry back I took a brain outta my own head Whip yo a** with one of my platts You mad cause im bringin home big ol shows my n***a with no tax Jumpin cause we got a bigger fan bases and gold plats Unfortunately a couple of things that in this industry that n***as dont Understand 90 percent of this sh** is your buisiness 10 percent of this sh** is your timing Slangin tapes across the whole planet Mystikal, master p, silkk tha shocker We gonna keep this b**h jammin Above the standard No limit on the charts slammin f**in wit what we planned Well gonna leave you dead where you standin Aint that fool yall Whenever we have to f**in talk We be silent Or should i say real silent Real n***as they speak with f**in violence Thats why i play a muthaf**a like hockey They mad cause they ho jock me They cant stop me So their result is to f**in copy I say p where they at? There they go I spot em i got em Got em! Probably man thinks they on the muthaf**in top they on the bottom See uh, you run your mouth n***a, ill be like n***a what! What Tryna talk some sh** about em, they wanna be just like us! They talk about one They talk about all of f**in us f**in white roll real k**as dealas who dont give a f**! See im on some evil murderous devil sh** Got some n***as over they head they couldnt get off I was the devilest So what you sayin n***a I roll with n***as with big triggers Million dolla sh** n***as with big figures Tru n***as Yall can tell, we soldiers off the back We dont f** around we stay strapped f**ed up talkin bout you know where we at Wherever, whenever, however it goes I wash your mouth out with soap Rush to you outside know what im sayin No f**in mo! Here we go All yall fake a** n***as. n***a gon get chall. cause you know what? a Real tru n***a, when he go to jail, he never rat on his potna. he get Caught by the police tru n***as dont talk. whenever tru n***a falled off In the street, he hustles. cause tru n***as know how to pop back up. they Dont need to use other n***as names. another n***as muthaf**in game. a Tru n***a is a muthaf**in man. gotta stand on his own n***a. all yall Fake n***as, yall eventually gonna fade with the muthaf**in wind. until Then n***a we bout it bout it n 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 Muthaf**in group tru, master p, cmurder, and silkk n***a. family. Remember that.