Let's Get Them

[Intro: Master P] Yo locs nigga shit, I know you done whipped up this motherfucking dope But we gonna break these niggas off But, uh I need to go out and handle my business with some of these niggas Cause uh niggas out here rapping, or should I say yapping They don't realize that, nigga this is real life, this reality You know what I'm saying nigga when you say something about a nigga You got to be ready to die for that shit, you know what I'm saying I mean its like uh, niggas out here wanna be me, eh Niggas know the real from the fake man I smell motherfucking jealousy everywhere I go, niggas is wearing it But uh, we bout to handle this motherfucking shit We gonna set the motherfucking record straight Ugh [Chorus x3 - Master P] There they go, there they go, there they go Ugh Pass me them thangs, let's get em [Verse 1: Master P] I get swole like a boulder, bitch I'm a soldier Y'all running from the rollers I slang tapes like crack My rhymes so pure hit it with two seven eight come back And the game won't change cause I'm the dope man But why y'all niggas still running off at the mouth man TRU niggas don't talk shit We in the game stacking Gs, y'all niggas still trying to get me With playas and hustlas But y'all can't make no money cause y'all niggas bustas The game won't change Y'all niggas mad cause Master P got some change Seen a nigga in the ghetto slangin' dope Now y'all buying my shit out the record store And yo baby mama loving me And every time you turn on the TV I feel you mugging me But I can't be stopped, can't be stopped Cause real TRU niggas make their money from slangin' rocks Eh, y'all niggas slangin' bunk rhymes That's why I'm in the game and I got mines And y'all Jewish brothers hollering that black shit Quick to sell a motherfucker to the white bitch For fifteen percent That ain't enough money to pay my motherfucking rent I made a movie nigga think I'm slangin' coca leaves Nobody questioned Bill when he smoking weed And Pac and Biggie taught me a lesson What, never leave without your Smith and Wesson [Chorus x3 - Master P] [Verse 2: Mystikal] Bitch you went from the man that go ahhhhh and the man that go uggh Ought be proof enough to your ass that there just ain't no limit to the shit we doing Only way they keep people from saying my name is to put a dick in your mouth I piss on your porch, shit in your house Somebody said that nigga was talking about me, I heard that I could fuck you up with words but you don't deserve that Go ahead rhymes rest your fucking barber, but hurry back I take a braid out my own head, whip yo ass with one of my plaits Mad cause I'm bringing home big old shows my nigga with no tax Jumping cause we got a bigger fan base and gold plaques Unfortunately a couple of things that in this industry that niggas don't understand Ninety percent of this shit is your business, ten percent of this shit is your timing Slangin' tapes across the whole planet Mystikal, Master P, Silkk the Shocker going to keep this bitch jamming Above the standard, No Limit is on the charts slamming Fucking with what we planned they going to leave you dead where you standing Ain't that fool y'all [Verse 3: Silkk the Shocker] Real niggas don't fucking talk, we be silent, silent Real niggas don't speak, they speak with fucking violence That's why I play these motherfuckers like hockey They mad cause they hoes jock me They can't stop me so last result is to copy See P where they at (There they go, there they go) I spot em, I got em Probably mad cause we on the top and they on the bottom See uh, you run your mouth nigga, I be like nigga what Trying to talk that shit about us, they want to be just like us They talk about one, talk about all of fucking us Fuck nigga quiet around killers and dealers who don't give a fuck See I'm on some evil murderous devil shit Got niggas over niggas head couldn't get off I was the government (Damn what you say nigga) I roll with niggas with big triggers I got million dollar shit nigga with big figures (TRU niggas) And y'all can tell em, we soldiers off the bat We don't fuck around we stay strapped Give a fuck what y'all talking about you know where we at Wherever, whenever, however it goes I wash your mouth out with soap Rush you straight up you won't say our name no fucking more Here we go [Outro: Master P] All y'all fake ass niggas, nigga going to get y'all Cause you know what A real TRU nigga, when he go to jail, he never rat on his partner He get caught by the police TRU niggas don't talk Whenever TRU nigga fall off in the street, he hustles Cause TRU niggas know how to pop back up They don't need to use other niggas names or another niggas motherfucking game A TRU nigga is a motherfucking man, got to stand on his own nigga All y'all fake niggas, y'all eventually going to fade with the motherfucking wind Until then nigga we bout it bout it and rowdy rowdy nigga, No Limit for life T-R-U nigga and when I say T-R-U, I mean the whole No Limit family The motherfucking group TRU, Master P, C-Murder, and Silkk nigga Family, remember that