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Master P

Genres: Hip-Hop

Make Em' Say Uhh #2 Lyrics - Master P

"No Limit Studios" 

"Yo nigga, whatcha'll workin' on?" 

"Nigga, who the fuck is this?" 

"This P, nigga, what's happenin?" 

"This ain't no mutha fuckkin' P 

"Nigga, you ain't got shit betta to 

Do than play on the muthafuckin' phone?" 

 

"Man, take me off muthafuckin' speaker phone an' pick the phone up 

This P nigga, stop fuckin' playin'' 

"Nigga, if this fuckin' P, nigga, say 'uhh', nigga, fuck" 

"Nigga, I ain't bout to say no muthafuckin' 'uhh' pick the phone up nigga" 

"Nigga, what?' 

"I'm on my muthafuckin' way right now" 

"Come on then, come on then nigga" 

 

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Da Last Don, the remix 

Make 'em say, "Uhh", "Uhh" 

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 muthafuckin' tank 

Don't make me get rowdy and start pullin' rank 

My comrads with tanks with diamonds and Tru tats 

We make 'em say "Uhh" an' "How ya do that?" 

 

Third ward hustlaz on these streets chasin' riches 

Penetentury chances 'cuz this a risky buissiness 

A No Limit Souldier, Commanderin' Chief 

An' Michael Jackson can't rock a muthafuckin' party like me 

 

Photos 

 

I'm bumpin' for the real niggaz, playaz and hustlaz 

Qualified killaz, certified head bustaz 

Got love for the North, South, East, to the West 

Soldierz throw ya rag, killaz how ya' vest 

Flashin' red lights, runnin' from the rollerz 

If life was a movie, 'Cut', pass me the dojah 

 

Say, "Uhh, "Uhh" 

Na na na na, na na na na 

Make 'em say, "Uhh", "Uhh" 

Na na na na, na na na na 

Make 'em say, "Uhh", "Uhh" 

Na na na na, na na na na 

 

Well, if ya knew somethin' still tryin' to do somethin' 

Tru smokaz don't 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 wasn't ready 

Bangin' like soft black cannon, bangin' out the 4, 7 

[Incomprehensible] 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, "Uhh" with the Colonol, Mr. Bout it 

 

Make 'em say, "Uhh", "Uhh" 

Na na na na, na na na na 

Make 'em say, "Uhh", "Uhh" 

Na na na na, na na na na 

 

P gon' make ya say, "Uhh", I'm gon' make ya say, "Ahh" 

But this time I'm gon' get rowdy by sayin', "Na, na, na, na, na" 

I'm a cash deala', a No Limit ass kicka' 

I'm a bad nigga, fast nigga, ain't the last nigga 

 

Keep my mind on my money because I like riches 

House full of tight bitches 

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, do I get my strength through my duties 

Bout to make em scream 'Mister', like the movie, na, na, na, na, na 

 

Make 'em say, "Uhh", "Uhh" 

Na na na na, na na na na 

Make 'em say, "Uhh", "Uhh" 

Na na na na, na na na na 

 

You know we showed you once before the tank couldn't be stopped 

Playa hataz jack a lot 'cuz they just jockin' they spot off the top 

Think not, run up on me cock 9 milla mamma Mia asshole eata 

Head still wouldn't wanna be ya, see ya at the top of billboards 

Yeah, we lookin' down wavin at you muthfuckaz, 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 

TRU is 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 ass 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, "Woo" 

 

Make 'em say, "Uhh", "Uhh" 

Na na na na, na na na na 

Make 'em say, "Uhh", "Uhh" 

Na na na na, na na na na 

 

Man, I'm smokin' on some chop, chop from SGV 

No Limit family wit' the DPG 

Last Don, Big Dogg, what's up? What's happenin'? 

Nigga run up, we gon' tear da club up 

 

Top rank, best dank, mo' bank in dis game 

Who could it be? Ya'll know my muthafuckin' name 

I ain't neva met a gangsta who ain't loved to bang 

Especially one who can't represent this game 

See, when a No Limit soldier walks in the house 

Nigga get 'em up, we gon' turn this bitch out 

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