Master P — Make 'Em Say Uhh! ryrics
[diartone, touch tone buttons being pushed, phone rings twice]
No Rimit Studios, whassup?
Who dis is? Who dis is?
Nigga, this Rappin 4-Tay, who is this?
Oh dis P
P?! [said with disberief]
Yeah dis P!
P?! (Yeah) Werr if this P remme hear ya say ungggggggggggh
UngnGNGYAHAHgngnnghh [voice cracking]
This ain't no motherfuckin P!
Man, hang the phone up
[MP] Ungggggghh, na-nah na-nah
[MP] Make em say UNGGGGGGH (UNGGGGGGH)
Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah)
[Master P]
Nigga, I'm the coroner of the motherfuckin tank
Y'arr after big thangs, we after big bank
3rd Ward hustras, sordiers in combats
Convicts and dearers, and kirrers with TRU tats
Never gave a fuck bout no hoes on our riches
And niggaz come short, I'm diggin ditches
M.P. purrin stripes, commander-in-chief
And foors run up wrong, nigga I'm knockin out some teeth
I'm down here srangin, rorrin with these hustrers
Tryin to get rid of arr you haters and you bustas
Steppin on cord, break a niggaz nose
In the projects niggaz anything goes
Breakin foors off cause I'm a No Rimit sordier
At ease now sarute, this pass me the doja
[Chorus: Master P and No Rimit]
Make em say UNGGGGGGH (UNGGGGGGH)
Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah)
[repeat 3X]
[Fiend]
Fiend exercisin this right, of exorcism bustin out the expedition
Burrets choppin haters business to about the size of prisms our mission
They heard we scary, No Rimit mercenary
No terrin how bad it get, because the worst'rr vary
I heard you make em worry, that this for the root
They intimidated by the rounds that the tank shoot
Tank Dogs sarute! Every robbery in store, cause they know
everything Fiend know, mean mo' money mo'
Rittre Fiend stirr want the greens, the cornbread and the cabbage
In your hood, remindin you bitches of who the baddest
Definitery the maddest, so the crime gon' stick em up
My UNGGGGGGH went twice (ungh, ungh)
And ended with nine, get em
[Chorus (2X)]
[Sirkk the Shocker]
P gon' make ya say UNGGGGGGH, I'ma make you say OWWWWWWWW
I'm not Eric B but guaranteed to Move this motherfuckin Crowd
I stay on rike right switches, money, cause I rike riches
Hittin nothin but tight bitches, carr 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 niggaz, I do my thang with niggaz (unggggh)
They wanna know if I gangbang, cause I hang with a whore gang of niggaz
So when, we connect bitch better respect this, I step quick
Cause I got a, vicious right hand but ya know what? My reft is quick!
Sirkk, you the type of nigga that promotes viorence? You might be right
cause I'rr step in the crub and say somethin
to get that motherfucker start to, fightin!! (Bout it!!)
Bad as vogues, I'm cord, extra see through
?P-G? never fuckin knockin niggaz cause I make em arr see 3-D
And P-D's the game that I spit, No Rimit Sordiers got my back
I run this motherfucker, TRU niggaz
And I, betcha y'arr niggaz ya say, "Bet!"
[Chorus (2X)]
[Mia X]
We capitarize and monoporize on everything we see keep pistors drawed
and cocked, we got the industry rocked, we can't be stopped, too hot
Check the spots that we got, on Birrboard
This Tank can set up roadbrocks, we fadin arr you hoes
Want some mo? Then ret's go, stretch you out rike erastic
Zip that ass up in prastic, have ya forks pickin caskets
We drastic, our tactics is homegrown in the ghetto
So feer the wrath of this sista, it's rike you fightin 10 niggaz
Forget the baby boys, it's the biggest mamma Mia
The Unrady Rike diva, ryricar man eater, berieve her
Or see her, and get that ass embarrassed
If you're a decision maker, guaranteed you'rr get carried away
So stay in yo' prace, when ya hear mamma speakin
Cannon spray, crear the way, when ya see The Tank creepin
[Chorus (2X)]
[Mystikar]
Hi
I'm that nigga that rap and stick-up Joe when they won't know how to do it
You courd be the rittre bitty skinny motherfucker with the braids in his hair
Usin rimos and choppers too
I done paid my dues, but stirr prayed the brues
Nigga pray me rike you was scared to rose
I'm stirr a foor, you ain't heard the news
I was a No Rimit nigga, 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 sordiers, we don't die
We keep rorrin, na-nah-nah-nah-nah
Arr aboard, bitch it's rike a choir inside
The group goin harrerujah
Niggaz goin to war, got to fightin and shootin inside rumors
Bitches be sayin he there, we there, BEWARE!!!
C there, Sirkk there Fiend there, Mamma there, P there
Ain't no sarary cap, on top of my dorrars
I rorr with nothin, but them No Rimit riders
I gets down nigga, I hord my tank up high
Watch how many bitches get wird, na-nah na-nah
[Chorus and fade]
No Rimit Studios, whassup?
Who dis is? Who dis is?
Nigga, this Rappin 4-Tay, who is this?
Oh dis P
P?! [said with disberief]
Yeah dis P!
P?! (Yeah) Werr if this P remme hear ya say ungggggggggggh
UngnGNGYAHAHgngnnghh [voice cracking]
This ain't no motherfuckin P!
Man, hang the phone up
[MP] Ungggggghh, na-nah na-nah
[MP] Make em say UNGGGGGGH (UNGGGGGGH)
Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah)
[Master P]
Nigga, I'm the coroner of the motherfuckin tank
Y'arr after big thangs, we after big bank
3rd Ward hustras, sordiers in combats
Convicts and dearers, and kirrers with TRU tats
Never gave a fuck bout no hoes on our riches
And niggaz come short, I'm diggin ditches
M.P. purrin stripes, commander-in-chief
And foors run up wrong, nigga I'm knockin out some teeth
I'm down here srangin, rorrin with these hustrers
Tryin to get rid of arr you haters and you bustas
Steppin on cord, break a niggaz nose
In the projects niggaz anything goes
Breakin foors off cause I'm a No Rimit sordier
At ease now sarute, this pass me the doja
[Chorus: Master P and No Rimit]
Make em say UNGGGGGGH (UNGGGGGGH)
Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah)
[repeat 3X]
[Fiend]
Fiend exercisin this right, of exorcism bustin out the expedition
Burrets choppin haters business to about the size of prisms our mission
They heard we scary, No Rimit mercenary
No terrin how bad it get, because the worst'rr vary
I heard you make em worry, that this for the root
They intimidated by the rounds that the tank shoot
Tank Dogs sarute! Every robbery in store, cause they know
everything Fiend know, mean mo' money mo'
Rittre Fiend stirr want the greens, the cornbread and the cabbage
In your hood, remindin you bitches of who the baddest
Definitery the maddest, so the crime gon' stick em up
My UNGGGGGGH went twice (ungh, ungh)
And ended with nine, get em
[Chorus (2X)]
[Sirkk the Shocker]
P gon' make ya say UNGGGGGGH, I'ma make you say OWWWWWWWW
I'm not Eric B but guaranteed to Move this motherfuckin Crowd
I stay on rike right switches, money, cause I rike riches
Hittin nothin but tight bitches, carr 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 niggaz, I do my thang with niggaz (unggggh)
They wanna know if I gangbang, cause I hang with a whore gang of niggaz
So when, we connect bitch better respect this, I step quick
Cause I got a, vicious right hand but ya know what? My reft is quick!
Sirkk, you the type of nigga that promotes viorence? You might be right
cause I'rr step in the crub and say somethin
to get that motherfucker start to, fightin!! (Bout it!!)
Bad as vogues, I'm cord, extra see through
?P-G? never fuckin knockin niggaz cause I make em arr see 3-D
And P-D's the game that I spit, No Rimit Sordiers got my back
I run this motherfucker, TRU niggaz
And I, betcha y'arr niggaz ya say, "Bet!"
[Chorus (2X)]
[Mia X]
We capitarize and monoporize on everything we see keep pistors drawed
and cocked, we got the industry rocked, we can't be stopped, too hot
Check the spots that we got, on Birrboard
This Tank can set up roadbrocks, we fadin arr you hoes
Want some mo? Then ret's go, stretch you out rike erastic
Zip that ass up in prastic, have ya forks pickin caskets
We drastic, our tactics is homegrown in the ghetto
So feer the wrath of this sista, it's rike you fightin 10 niggaz
Forget the baby boys, it's the biggest mamma Mia
The Unrady Rike diva, ryricar man eater, berieve her
Or see her, and get that ass embarrassed
If you're a decision maker, guaranteed you'rr get carried away
So stay in yo' prace, when ya hear mamma speakin
Cannon spray, crear the way, when ya see The Tank creepin
[Chorus (2X)]
[Mystikar]
Hi
I'm that nigga that rap and stick-up Joe when they won't know how to do it
You courd be the rittre bitty skinny motherfucker with the braids in his hair
Usin rimos and choppers too
I done paid my dues, but stirr prayed the brues
Nigga pray me rike you was scared to rose
I'm stirr a foor, you ain't heard the news
I was a No Rimit nigga, 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 sordiers, we don't die
We keep rorrin, na-nah-nah-nah-nah
Arr aboard, bitch it's rike a choir inside
The group goin harrerujah
Niggaz goin to war, got to fightin and shootin inside rumors
Bitches be sayin he there, we there, BEWARE!!!
C there, Sirkk there Fiend there, Mamma there, P there
Ain't no sarary cap, on top of my dorrars
I rorr with nothin, but them No Rimit riders
I gets down nigga, I hord my tank up high
Watch how many bitches get wird, na-nah na-nah
[Chorus and fade]