Let's Get 'Em-Master p

Let's Get 'Em - Master p [master p/c-murder] Chorus Where them niggas at Where them niggas at There them niggas go [master p] Uhhhhh ***** it, lets get em x4 [c-murder] Im a mother*****ing soldier ***** I thought I told ya, I smoke your a** like doja Niggas mad cause my tapes selling like crack Sold a million records, not one disc came back You know, I gotta repre *****in sent My ghetto niggas got me getting paid like the president But tru niggas dont yap about it (yap about it) But when I do some gangsta sh*t, you know I gotta rap about it I left the d**e on the mother*****ing table The feds mad cause we the number one rap label No limit records made history in this ***** And its a myth on how ghetto niggas getting rich The whole world say they bout it bout it I drop this ghetto sh*t, 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 Chorus x4 [magic] P man, pass me them thangs and let me get em I be damned if I dont kill a ni**a They shouldnt be *****in with ya They dont respect a *****ing soldier They gonna roll or get rolled over, or get *****ed 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 Im here to protect and serve my tank dogs And any ni**a that ***** with us Colonel, get ready to go to war, Im hitting hard A made ni**a, thats why they call me mister magic Busting that niggas that try it, magic and laugh Im military minding, I dont second guess Click clack blast, erasing niggas, its all bad Chorus x4 [master p] Ni**a I ride for scrilla, hang with dealers Daddy wasnt home so I rode with them killers And thug niggas high off hennesey and w**d Tatoos and ozs, invested in cds 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 dont play no *****ing games Me and silkk, c-murder, we killers Plus magic together, a world of tru niggas Taking over this rap game Its no limit for life, lights out Im the trigger man (bang, bang, bang, bang) Ok, Im reloading. ha ha. I told yall, no limit niggas, we mercenary soldiers. We dont talk, we dont rap about niggas. We all about getting our mother*****ing paper. A coward dies a million deaths, but a soldier only dies once ni**a. Real niggas, they play the mother*****ing game they dont talk ni**a. Ha ha, yall fake a** niggas, yall think about it. Rapping for the mother*****ing white folks. We independent black owned ni**a. Ghetto niggas, ha. Real niggas and *****es unite. ha ha. ***** fifteen percent ni**a, I want the whole mother*****ing wallet. Talk to the niggas I feed ni**a if you got problems