Master P - Make Em' Say Uhhhh #2 lyrics

(phone ringing) No limit studios-"no limit studio" Master p-"yo n***a, whatcha'll workin' on?" Nls-"n***a, who the f** is this?" Mp-"this p, n***a, whats happenin'" Nls-"this ain't no mutha f**in' p. n***a, you ain't got sh** betta to Do than play on the muthaf**in' phone?" Mp-"man, take me off muthaf**in' speaker-phone an' pick the phone up. This p n***a. stop f**in' playin'" Nls-"n***a, if this f**in p, n***a, say 'uhh', n***a. f**" Mp-"n***a, i ain't bout to say no muthaf**in' 'uhh'. pick the phone up, n***a" Nls-"n***a, what?" Mp-"i'm on my muthaf**in' way right now" Nls-"come on then, come on then n***a" Da last don, n***a (remix) Ha ha (ha ha) 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 muthaf**in' 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 Commanderin' cheif An' michael jackson Can't rock a muthaf**in' party like me I'm bumpin' for the real n***az, playaz, and hustlaz Qualified k**az, certified head-bustaz Got love for the north, south, east, to the west Soldierz throw ya rag, k**az how ya' vest Flashin' red lights Runnin' from the rollerz If life was a movie, 'cut' Pa** me the dojah Chorus: Make em say uhh Uhh Na na na na Na na na na X3 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 One known as the baddest When i was bustin out expeditions you wasnt ready Bangin like soft black cannon Bangin' out the 4-7 (???) a machete I dig da dirt and bury Fiend, the excited private on any mercinary I hurt an' make you worry Like this were you Can't get get a tank dog salute P's already suit I represent the boot An' the world is rowdy, rowdy Makin' you say uhhh With the colonol, mr. bout it Chorus x2 Silkk: 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 deala' A no limit a** kicka' I'm a bad n***a Fast n***a Ain't the last n***a Keep my mind on my money because i like riches House full of tight b**hes An' 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 get the ball loose Kick the boot an drop the verse (64-5) I'm tryin' to clock the scrilla But it's hard not to hurt 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 x2 Mia x: You know we showed you once before the tank couldn't be stopped Playa hataz jack alot cause they just jockin' they spot Off the top Think not Run up on me co*k 9 milla mamma mia a**hole eata Head still wouldn't wanna be ya See ya At the top of billboards Yeah we lookin down Wavin at you muthf**az How you like me now? Cuz dis country, way back Laugh at bout it bout it Now everybody screams they want to be rowdy rowdy T-r-u what we claim Represent dat dirty south 4-star major general mamma work and come out about I ride wit no limit soldiers Yes we checkin' Wit' the colonel master p He be the ghetto dad (?) Paper chasaz what they labled us Heaven knows If that a** tried to play wit us Gotta go So we know what we do It's never gon die World-wide in yo' hood P gon' make ya say Wooooo Chorus x2 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'? n***a run up We gon' tear da club up Top rank, best dank mo' bank in dis game Who could t be? ya'll know my muthaf**in' name I ain't neva met a gangsta who ain't loved to bang Especially one who can't represent they game See, when a no limit soldier walks in the house n***a get em up, we gon turn this b**h out Booooooooooom