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Master P

Percy Robert Miller Sr. (born April 29, 1967), better known by his stage name Master P or his business name P. Miller, is an American former rapper, actor, entrepreneur, investor, and producer. He is the founder of the popular label No Limit Records, which went bankrupt and was relaunched as New No Limit Records through Koch Records. followed by Guttar Music Entertainment, Take A Stand Records and No Limit Forever Records. He is the founder and CEO of P. Miller Enterprises, an entertainment and financial conglomerate and Better Black Television. more »

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1997

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(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! 
 Well 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 banks 
3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in combats 
My comrades is dealas and killas with TRU tats 
Never gave a f*ck bout no hoes or no riches 
And niggas 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 hatas and you bustas 
Steppin on toes, brakin 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 exercising his right of 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 light switches, 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 want to 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 promotes violence 
You might be right 
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 capitolize 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 billboards 
The 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 niggas 
Forget the baby boys, it's the biggest mama 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 
Cannons spray, clear the way, when ya see the tank creepin 
Chorus (2X) 
[Mystikal] 
Hi i'm that nigga that rappers look up to 
If they want to know how to do it 
It could be the little bitty skinny muthafucka 
With the braids in his hair 
Used to live on Tchopitoulus 
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 wasn't a No Limit nigga, but I made the move 
I won't stop now, bitch, I can't stop 
You can't 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, it's like a band inside 
The group going hallelujah 
Niggas goin to war, got to fightin and shootin inside rumors 
Little bitch sayin he there, we there, be where? 
see 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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