Lyrics Make 'Em Say Uhh - Master P
(Phone
dialing,
phone
ringing)
-No
Limit
Studios.
What's
up?
-Who
dis
is?
Who
dis
is?
-Nigga,
this
Rappin
4-tay.
Who
is
this?
-Uh,
dis
P!
-P?
-Yeah,
this
P!
-P?
-Yeah!
-If
this
P,
lemme
hear
ya
say,
"Ungh!"
-(voice
cracking)
Ungh!
-Nigga,
this
ain't
no
muthafuckin
P!
-Man,
hang
the
phone
up.
Chorus:
Make
em
say,"Ungh!"
(Ungh!)
N-nah-n-nah!
(n-nah-n-nah!)
[Master
P]
Nigga,
I'm
the
colonel
of
the
muthafuckin
tank
Ya'll
after
big
thangs,
we
after
big
bank
3rd
Ward
hustlas,
soldiers
in
combats
My
comrades
is
killas
and
dealas
with
TRU
tats
Never
gave
a
fuck
bout
no
hoes
or
no
riches
And
niggas
come
short,
I'm
diggin
ditches
M.P.
pullin
strikes,
commander-in-chief
And
fools
run
up
wrong
Nigga,
I'm
knockin
out
some
teeth
I'm
down
here
slangin,
rollin
with
these
hustlers
Tryin
to
get
rid
of
all
you
hatas
and
you
bustas
Steppin
on
gold,
breakin
niggas
nose
In
the
projects,
nigga,
anything
goes
Breakin
fools
off
cause
I'm
a
No
Limit
soldier
At
ease,
and
salute
this
pass
me
the
dolja
Chorus
(3X)
[Fiend]
Fiend
make
em
startin
this
riot,
a
exorcism
Bustin
out
the
expedition,
fully
choppin
hatas
Business
til
about
the
size
of
prisons,
our
mission
They
heard
we
scary,
No
Limit
mercenary
No
tellin
how
bad
it
get,
because
the
worse
will
vary
I
heard
you
make
em
worry,
that
this
for
the
loot
They
intimidated
by
the
rounds
that
the
tank
shoot
Tank
dawgs
salute!
Every
robbery
we
score,
cause
they
know
Everything
Fiend
know,
mean
mo
money
mo
Little
Fiend
still
want
the
greens
The
cornbread
and
the
cabbage
In
your
hood
remindin
you
bitches
of
who
the
baddest
Definitely
the
maddest,
so
the
crime
gon
stick
em
My
ungh
went
twice
(ungh,
ungh)
And
ended
with
nine,
get
em
Chorus
(2X)
P
gon
make
ya
say
Uuunnnggghhh!
I'm
a
make
ya
say
Ahhh!
I'm
not
Eric
B.,
but
garauanteed
to
move
this
motherfuckin
crowd
I
stay
on
like
ice,
switchin
money,
cause
I
like
riches
Hittin
nothin
but
tight
bitches,
call
me,
I
might
hit
ya
Nigga
make
em
say
nah-n-nah,
don't
trip
After
I
bust
yo
shit,
then
after
that
say
na-n-n-nah
I
hang
with
niggas,
I
do
my
thang
with
niggas
They
wanna
know
if
I
gangbang
Cause
I
hang
with
a
whole
gang
of
niggas
So
when
we
connect
bitch
Better
respect
this,
I
step
quick
Cause
I
got
a
vicious
right
hand
but
ya
know
what?
My
left
is
quick
Silkk,
you
the
type
of
nigga
that
pull
the
most
violence
Mighty
whites
Cause
I'll
step
in
the
club
and
say
somethin
To
get
that
muthafucka
to
start
fightin
Bitch,
bad
as
vogues,
I'm
cold
as
you
see
me
Be
Gs
knockin
niggas
out?
off
3-D
Peep
D,
the
game
that
I
spit
No
Limit
soldier
cross
my
back
I
run
this
muthafucka,
TRU
niggas
I
betcha
I'll
make
ya
stay
back
Chorus
(2X)
[Mia
X]
We
got
to
lies
and
monoplolize
on
everything
we
seek
Keep
pistols
drawed
and
cocked
We
got
the
industry
locked,
we
can't
be
stopped,
too
hot
Check
the
spots
that
we
got
on
billboards
The
tank
can
set
up
roadblocks,
we
fatin
all
our
foes
Want
some
mo?
Then
let's
go,
stretch
you
out
like
elastic
Zip
that
ass
up
in
plastic,
have
ya
folks
pickin
caskets
We
drastic,
our
tactics
is
homegrown
in
the
ghetto
So
feel
the
wrath
of
this
sista,
it's
like
you
fightin
10
niggas
Forget
the
baby
voice,
it's
the
biggest
mamma
Mia
The
unlady
like
diva,
lyrical
man
eater,
believe
her
Or
see
her,
and
get
that
ass
embarrassed
AKA
decision
maker,
guaranteed
you'll
get
carried
away
So
stay
in
yo
place,
when
ya
hear
mamma
speakin
Cannons
spray,
clear
the
way,
when
ya
see
the
tank
creepin
Chorus
(2X)
[Mystikal]
Hah,
I'm
that
nigga
that
rap,
when
I?
If
they
wanna
know
how
to
do
it
It
could
be
the
little
bitty
skinny
muthafucka
With
the
braids
in
his
hair
That
used
to
live
off
Tchopitoula
I
done
paid
my
dues,
but
still
playin
the
blues
Nigga
play
me
like
you
was
scared
to
lose
I'm
still
a
fool,
you
ain't
heard
the
news
I
was
a
No
Limit
nigga
makin
major
moves
I
won't
stop
now,
bitch,
I
can't
stop
You
cant
stop
me,
so,
bitch,
don't
try
We
TRU
soldiers,
and
we
don't
die
We
keep
rollin,
n-n-nah-nah-nah
All
aboard,
bitch
it's
like
a?
inside
? Hallelujah
Niggas
goin
to
war,
got
to
fightin
and
shootin
inside
rumors
Little
bitch
sayin
he
there,
we
there,
be
where?
C
there,
Silkk
there,
Fiend
there,
Mamma
there,
P
there
Ain't
no
salary
cap,
on
top
of
my
dollars
I
roll
with
nothin,
but
them
No
Limit
riders
I
gets
down
nigga,
I
hold
my
tank
up
high
Watch
how
many
bitches
get
wild,
n-nah-n-nah
Chorus
and
fade
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1 Ghetto D (Remastered)
2 Let's Get 'Em (Remastered)
3 I Miss My Homies
4 We Riders (Remastered)
5 Throw 'Em Up (Remastered)
6 Tryin 2 Do Something (Remastered)
7 Plan B (Remastered)
8 Weed & Money (Remastered)
9 Captain Kirk (Remastered)
10 Stop Hatin (Remastered)
11 Eyes On Your Enemies (Remastered)
12 Make 'Em Say Uhh (Edited)
13 Going Through Somethangs (Remastered)
14 Only Time Will Tell (Remastered)
15 After Dollars, No Cents (Remastered)
16 Gangstas Need Love (Remastered)
17 Pass Me Da Green (Remastered)
18 Come and Get Some (Remastered)
19 Burbons and Lacs (Remastered)
20 Weed & Hennesey (Edited)
21 Scream (Clean Version)
22 Playa 4 Life - Edited
23 Make 'Em Say Uhh
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