Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Make 'Em Say Ugh , by - Master P. Song from the album Best Of Master P, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
Make 'Em Say Ugh |
| No Limit Studios, whassup? |
| Who dis is? |
| Who dis is? |
| Nigga, this Rappin 4-Tay, who is this? |
| Oh this is P |
| Yeah this is P! |
| (Yeah) |
| If this P lemme hear ya say uhh |
| Uhh |
| This ain’t no motherfuckin P! |
| Man, hang the phone up |
| Uhh |
| Na-nah na-nah |
| Make em say uhh (uhh) |
| Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah) |
| Nigga, I’m the colonel of the motherfuckin tank |
| Y’all after big thangs, we after big bank |
| 3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in combat |
| Convicts and dealers, and killers with TRU tats |
| Never gave a fuck bout no hoes on our riches |
| And niggas come short, I’m diggin ditches |
| M.P. |
| pullin stripes, commander-in-chief |
| And fools run up wrong, nigga I’m knockin out some teeth |
| I’m down here slangin, rollin with these hustlers |
| Tryin to get rid of all you haters and you bustas |
| Steppin on toes, break a niggas nose |
| In the projects niggas anything goes |
| Breakin fools off cause I’m a No Limit soldier |
| At ease now salute, this pass me the doja |
| Make em say uhh (uhh) |
| Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah) |
| Fiend exercisin his right of exorcism, bustin out the Expedition |
| Bullets choppin haters business to about the size of prisms our mission |
| They heard we scary, No Limit mercenary |
| No tellin how bad it get, because the worst’ll vary |
| I heard you make em worry, that this for the loot |
| They intimidated by the rounds that the tank shoot |
| Tank Dogs salute! |
| Every robbery in store, cause they know |
| Everything Fiend know, mean mo' money mo' |
| Little Fiend still want the greens, the cornbread and the cabbage |
| In your hood, remindin you bitches of who the baddest |
| Definitely the maddest, so the crime gon' stick em up |
| My uhh went twice (uhh, uhh) |
| And ended with nine, get em |
| Make em say uhh (uhh) |
| Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah) |
| P gon' make ya say uhh, I’mma make you say ahh |
| I’m not Eric B. but guaranteed to move this motherfuckin crowd |
| I stay on like light switches, money, cause I like riches |
| Hittin nothin but tight bitches, call me, I might hit ya |
| Nigga make em say nah-nah-nah, don’t trip |
| After I bust yo' shit, then after that say na-nah-nah-nah |
| I hang with niggas, I do my thang with niggas (uhh) |
| They wanna know if I gangbang, cause I hang with a whole gang of niggas |
| So when, we connect bitch better respect this, I step quick |
| Cause I got a, vicious right hand but ya know what? |
| My left is quick too! |
| Silkk, you the type of nigga that promotes violence? |
| You might be right |
| Cause I’ll step in the club and say somethin |
| To get that motherfucker start to, fightin! |
| (Bout it!!) |
| Bad as Vogues, I’m cold, extra see through |
| Be G’s fuckin knockin niggas cause I make em all see 3-D |
| And P-D's the game that I spit, No Limit Soldiers got my back |
| I run this motherfucker, TRU niggas |
| And I betcha I’ll make yall stay back! |
| Make em say uhh (uhh) |
| Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah) |
| We capitalize and monopolize on everything we see keep pistols drawed |
| And cocked, we got the industry locked, we can’t be stopped, too hot |
| Check the spots that we got, on Billboard |
| This Tank can set up roadblocks, we fadin all you hoes |
| Want some mo? |
| Then let’s go, stretch you out like elastic |
| Zip that ass up in plastic, have ya folks pickin caskets |
| We drastic, our tactics is homegrown in the ghetto |
| So feel the wrath of this sista, it’s like you fightin 10 niggas |
| Forget the baby boys, it’s the biggest mamma Mia |
| The Unlady Like diva, lyrical man eater, believe her |
| Or see her, and get that ass embarrassed |
| If you’re a decision maker, guaranteed you’ll get carried away |
| So stay in yo' place, when ya hear mamma speakin |
| Cannon spray, clear the way, when ya see The Tank creepin |
| Make em say uhh (uhh) |
| Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah) |
| I’m that nigga that rappers look up to when they won’t know how to do it |
| Used to be the little bitty skinny motherfucker with the braids in his hair |
| Used to live on Tchoupitoulas |
| I done paid my dues, but still played the blues |
| Nigga play me like you was scared to lose |
| I’m still a fool, you ain’t heard the news |
| I’m with them No Limit niggas, makin' major moves |
| I won’t stop now, bitch, I can’t stop |
| You can’t stop me, so bitch don’t try we |
| We TRU soldiers, we don’t die |
| We keep rollin, na-nah-nah-nah-nah |
| All aboard, bitch could get barely inside |
| The Riverboat Hallelujah |
| Niggas goin to war, got to fightin and shootin inside Rumors |
| Bitches be sayin he there, we there, BEWARE!!! |
| C there, Silkk there Fiend there, Mamma there, P there |
| Ain’t no salary cap, on top of my dollars |
| I roll with nothin, but them No Limit riders |
| I gets down nigga, I hold my tank up high |
| Watch how many bitches get wild, na-nah na-nah |
| Make em say uhh (uhh) |
| Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah) |