Make Em' Say Uhh #2 lyrics
by Master P



((posted by: wesleyjr@aol.com(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 todo than play on the muthafuckin' phone?"MP-"Man, take me off muthafuckin' speaker-phone an' pick the phone up. This Pnigga. 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)Master P:Make em say uhhhh!Uhhhh!Na na na naNa na na naMake em say uhhuhhuhhuhh uhhuhh uhhuhh uhhuhh uhhI told ya I'm the colonel of this muthafuckin' tankDon't make me get rowdy and throw a bullet spankMy comrads with tanksWe gamers wit TRU gatsWe make em say 'uhhhh'An' 'how ya do that'third ward hustlazOn these streets chasin' richesPenetentury chancesCause this a risky buissinessA No Limit SouldierCommanderin' CheifAn' Michael JacksonCan't rock a muthafuckin' party like meI'm bumpin' for the real niggaz, playaz, and hustlazQualified killaz, certified head-bustazGot love for the North, South, East, to the WestSoldierz throw ya rag, Killaz how ya' vestFlashin' red lightsRunnin' from the rollerzIf life was a movie, 'CUT'Pass me the doljah[Chorus]{Make em say uhhUhhNa na na naNa na na na}x3[Fiend]Well if you lose some thingsAn' I'm still tryin' to do somethin'Two smokas, they gotta blowWe always blew somethin'I still want the green, cornbread, and the cabbageNo Limit savageOne known as the baddestWhen I get bustin out expeditions, you wasn't readyBringin' like soft black teddyBangin' out the 4-7Little nigga, a macheteI dig with dirty BarryP, he bout it bout it on any mercinaryI hate to make you worryIt's just for the lootCan't get get a tank dog saluteP's already suitI represent the bootAn' the world is rowdy, rowdyMakin' you say uhhhThe coward isn't bout it.Chorus x2[Silkk]P gon' make ya say uhhhI'm gon' make ya say ahhhhhhhBut this time I'm gon' get rowdy by sayin na na na na naI'm a cash deala'A No Limit ass kicka'I'm a bad niggaFast niggaAin't the last niggaKeep my mind on my money because I like richesHouse full of tight bitchesAn' call me, I might hitchaNow make em say na na naTriangle coastBetta for the flowNa na na na na naNow get the ball looseKick the boot an drop the verse (64-5)I'm tryin' to clock the scrillaBut it's hard not to hurtNow I'm a No Limit soldierSo I get my strength through my jewelsBout 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 stoppedPlaya hataz yack alot but they get dropped in they spotOff the topThink notThen run up on meCock 9 milla mamma MiaAsshole eataHead still wouldn't wanna be yaSee yaAt the top of billboardsYeah we lookin downWavin at you muthfuckazHow you like us now?Cross-country, way backlaugh at bout it bout itNow everybody tries they want to be rowdy rowdyT-R-U what we claimRepresent that ghetto South4-4 major general Mamma work and come out aboutI ride wit No Limit soldiersYes we checkin'Wit' the colonel Master PHe be the Ghetto Dad rapperPaper chasaz what they labeled usBetter knowIf that ass tried to play wit usGotta goSo we know what we doIt's never gon dieWorld-wide in yo' hoodP gon' make ya sayWhoooooChorus x2Snoop Dogg:Man, I'm smokin' on some chop-chop from S-G-VNo Limit family wit' the D-P-GLast Don, Big Dogg, what's up? what's happenin'?Nigga run upWe gon' tear da club upTop rank, breath stank, molt bankin an' gameWho could t be? Ya'll know my muthafuckin' nameI ain't neva met a gangsta who ain't loved to bangEspecially one who can't represent his gameSee, when a No Limit soldier walks in the houseNigga get em up, We gon turn this bitch out*explosion*