Master P, Mr. Magic, C-Murder - Lets Get Em lyrics

[Master P, Mr. Magic, C-Murder - Lets Get Em lyrics]

Where them niggas at
Where them niggas at there them niggas go
Uhhhhh fuck it, let's get em

I'm a motherfucking soldier
Bitch I thought I told ya
I smoke your ass like doja
Niggas mad cause my tapes selling like crack
Sold a million records
Not one disc came back
You know, I gotta repre fuckin sent
My ghetto niggas got me getting
Paid like the president
But TRU niggas don't yap about it
(yap about it)
But when I do some gangsta shit
You know I gotta rap about it
I left the dope on the motherfucking table
The feds mad cause we the
Number one rap label
No Limit records made history in this bitch
And it's a myth on how
Ghetto niggas getting rich
The whole world say they bout it bout it
I drop this ghetto shit
And get my thug niggas rowdy
My tank dogs coming through
Where them niggas at
Ready to hit em, P, pass me them thangs
Let me get em

Where them niggas at
Where them niggas at there them niggas go
Uhhhhh fuck it, let's get em

P man, pass me them thangs and let me get em
I be damned if I don't kill a nigga
They shouldn't be fuckin with ya
They don't respect a fucking soldier
They gonna roll or get rolled over
Or get fucked over
Now I may be the first to go with
But you best believe
Thirty niggas came out here to get us
Thirty niggas gonna bleed
I'm here to protect and serve my tank dogs
And any nigga that fuck with us
Colonel, get ready to go to war
I'm hitting hard a made nigga
That's why they call me mister Magic
Busting that niggas that try it
Magic and laugh
I'm military minding, I don't second guess
Click clack blast, erasing niggas
It's all bad

Where them niggas at
Where them niggas at there them niggas go
Uhhhhh fuck it, let's get em

Nigga I ride for scrilla, hang with dealers
Daddy wasn't home so I rode with them killers
And thug niggas high off hennesey and weed
Tatoos and oz's, invested in CD's
Now the feds wanna see me dead
Independent, black owned and teaching other
Niggas how to get paid
Ran with some gangs, bank for some change
Third ward niggas don't play no fucking games
Me and Silkk, C-Murder, we killers
Plus Magic together, a world of TRU niggas
Taking over this rap game
It's No Limit for life
Lights out I'm the trigger man

(bang, bang, bang, bang)
OK, I'm reloading ha ha
I told yall, No Limit niggas
We mercenary soldiers
We don't talk, we don't rap about niggas
We all about getting our motherfucking paper
A coward dies a million deaths
But a soldier only dies once nigga
Real niggas
They play the motherfucking game
They don't talk nigga
Ha ha, yall fake ass niggas
Yall think about it
Rapping for the motherfucking white folks
We independent black owned nigga
Ghetto niggas, ha
Real niggas and bitches unite ha ha
Fuck fifteen percent nigga
I want the whole motherfucking wallet
Talk to the niggas I feed
Nigga if you got problems

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