C-Murder
Lets Get Em
[Chorus: Master P & C-Murder]
Where them n***as at
Where them n***as at
There them n***as go
[Master P]
Uhhhhh
Fuck it, let's get em x4

[Verse 1: C-Murder]
I'm a motherfucking soldier
Bitch I thought I told ya, I smoke your ass like doja
N***as mad cause my tapes selling like crack
Sold a million records, not one disc came back
You know, I gotta repre fuckin sent
My ghetto n***as got me getting paid like the president
But TRU n***as don't yap about it (yap about it)
But when I do some gangsta shit, you know I gotta rap about it
I left the dope on the motherfucking table
The feds mad cause we the number one rap label
No Limit records made history in this bitch
And it's a myth on how ghetto n***as getting rich
The whole world say they bout it bout it
I drop this ghetto shit, and get my thug n***as rowdy
My tank dogs coming through, where them n***as at
Ready to hit em, P, pass me them thangs, let me get em
[Chorus: Master P & C-Murder]
Where them n***as at
Where them n***as at
There them n***as go
[Master P]
Uhhhhh
Fuck it, let's get em x4

[Verse 2: Mr. Magic]
P man, pass me them thangs and let me get em
I be damned if I don't kill a n***a
They shouldn't be fuckin with ya
They don't respect a fucking soldier
They gonna roll or get rolled over, or get fucked over
Now I may be the first to go with, but you best believe
Thirty n***as came out here to get us, thirty n***as gonna bleed
I'm here to protect and serve my tank dogs
And any n***a that fuck with us
Colonel, get ready to go to war, I'm hitting hard
A made n***a, that's why they call me mister Magic
Busting that n***as that try it, Magic and laugh
I'm military minding, I don't second guess
Click clack blast, erasing n***as, it's all bad

[Chorus: Master P & C-Murder]
Where them n***as at
Where them n***as at
There them n***as go
[Master P]
Uhhhhh
Fuck it, let's get em x4
[Verse 3: Master P]
N***a I ride for scrilla, hang with dealers
Daddy wasn't home so I rode with them killers
And thug n***as high off hennesey and weed
Tatoos and oz's, invested in CD's
Now the feds wanna see me dead
Independent, black owned and teaching other n***as how to get paid
Ran with some gangs, bank for some change
Third ward n***as don't play no fucking games
Me and Silkk, C-Murder, we killers
Plus Magic together, a world of TRU n***as!
Taking over this rap game
It's No Limit for life, lights out I'm the trigger man

[Outro: Master P]
(bang, bang, bang, bang)
OK, I'm reloading! Ha ha!
I told yall, No Limit n***as, we mercenary soldiers
We don't talk, we don't rap about n***as
We all about getting our motherfucking paper
A coward dies a million deaths, but a soldier only dies once n***a
Real n***as, they play the motherfucking game they don't talk n***a
Ha ha, yall fake ass n***as, yall think about it
Rapping for the motherfucking white folks
We independent black owned n***a
Ghetto n***as, ha
Real n***as and bitches unite. Ha ha
Fuck fifteen percent n***a, I want the whole motherfucking wallet
Talk to the n***as I feed n***a if you got problems