Make 'Em Say Uhh - Edit

Lyrics

No Limit Studios, whassup? Who dis is? Who dis is?
 Nigga, this rappin' 4-Tay, who is this? Oh dis P
 P? Yeah dis P, P? Yeah, well if this P, lemme hear ya say uhh!
 This ain't no motherfuckin' P! Man, hang the phone up
 Uhh! Na, nah na nah
 Make 'em say, uhh
 (Uhh!)
 Na, nah, na, nah
 (Na, nah, na, nah)
 Nigga, I'm the colonel of the motherfuckin' tank
 Y'all after big thangs, we after big bank
 3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in combats
 Convicts and dealers, and killers with tru tats
 Never gave a fuck 'bout no hoes on our riches
 And niggaz come short, I'm diggin' ditches
 M.P. pullin' stripes, 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 haters and you bustas
 Steppin' on cold, break a niggaz nose
 In the projects niggaz anything goes
 Breakin' fools off 'cause I'm a No Limit soldier at ease
 Now salute, this pass me the doja
 Make 'em say, uhh
 (Uhh!)
 Na, nah, na, nah
 (Na, nah, na, nah)
 Make 'em say, uhh
 (Uhh!)
 Na, nah, na, nah
 (Na, nah, na, nah)
 Make 'em say, uhh
 (Uhh!)
 Na, nah, na, nah
 (Na, nah, na, nah)
 Fiend exercisin' this right, of exorcism bustin' out the expedition
 Bullets choppin' haters business to about the size of prisms our mission
 They heard we scary, No Limit mercenary
 No tellin' how bad it get, because the worst'll vary
 I heard you make 'em worry, that this for the loot
 They intimidated by the rounds that the tank shoot
 Tank Dogs salute! Every robbery in store
 '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 up
 My uhh went twice
 (Uhh, uhh)
 And ended with nine, get 'em
 Make 'em say, uhh
 (Uhh!)
 Na, nah, na, nah
 (Na, nah, na, nah)
 Make 'em say, uhh
 (Uhh!)
 Na, nah, na, nah
 (Na, nah, na, nah)
 P gon' make ya say uhh, I'ma make you say ow
 I'm not Eric B but guaranteed to move this motherfuckin' crowd
 I stay on like light switches, money, 'cause I like riches
 Hittin' nothin' but tight bitches, call 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
 (Uhh!)
 They wanna know if I gangbang
 'Cause I hang with a whole 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 left is quick!
 Silkk, you the type of nigga that promotes violence?
 You might be right 'cause I'll step in the club and say somethin'
 To get that motherfucker start to fightin'
 (Bout it!)
 Bad as vogues, I'm cold, extra see through
 PG never fuckin' knockin' niggaz
 'Cause I make 'em all see 3-D
 And P-D's the game that I spit, No Limit Soldiers got my back
 I run this motherfucker, TRU niggaz
 And I, betcha y'all niggaz ya say, "Bet!"
 Make 'em say, uhh
 (Uhh!)
 Na, nah, na, nah
 (Na, nah, na, nah)
 Make 'em say, uhh
 (Uhh!)
 Na, nah, na, nah
 (Na, nah, na, nah)
 We capitalize and monopolize on everything
 We see keep pistols drawed and cocked
 We got the industry locked, we can't be stopped, too hot
 Check the spots that we got on Billboard
 This Tank can set up roadblocks, we fadin' all you hoes
 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 niggaz
 Forget the baby boys, it's the biggest mamma Mia
 The Unlady Like diva, lyrical man eater
 Believe her or see her, and get that ass embarrassed
 If you're a decision maker, guaranteed you'll get carried away
 So stay in yo' place, when ya hear mamma speakin'
 Cannon spray, clear the way, when ya see The Tank creepin'
 Make 'em say, uhh
 (Uhh!)
 Na, nah, na, nah
 (Na, nah, na, nah)
 Make 'em say, uhh
 (Uhh!)
 Na, nah, na, nah
 (Na, nah, na, nah)
 Hi, I'm that nigga that rap and stick-up Joe
 When they won't know how to do it
 You could be the little bitty skinny motherfucker
 With the braids in his hair usin' limos and choppers too
 I done paid my dues, but still played 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 can't stop me, so bitch don't try
 We, we tru soldiers, we don't die
 We keep rollin', na, nah, nah, nah, nah
 All aboard, bitch it's like a choir inside
 The group goin' hallelujah
 Niggaz goin' to war, got to fightin' and shootin' inside rumors
 Bitches be sayin' he there, we there, beware!
 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, na, nah, na, nah
 Make 'em say, uhh!
 (Uhh!)
 Na, nah, na, nah
 (Na, nah, na, nah)
 Make 'em say, uhh!
 (Uhh!)
 Na, nah, na, nah
 (Na, nah, na, nah)
 Make 'em say, uhh!
 (Uhh!)
 Na, nah, na, nah
 (Na, nah, na, nah)

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Song Details

Duration
05:02
Key
6
Tempo
170 BPM

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