Let’s Get ’Em Master P (Ft. C-Murder & Mr. Magic)

[Chorus: Master P & C-Murder]
Where them niggas at
Where them niggas at
There them niggas 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
Niggas 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 niggas got me getting paid like the president
But TRU niggas 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 niggas getting rich
The whole world say they bout it bout it
I drop this ghetto shit, 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