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Make 'Em Say Ugh

Master P

Ghetto D

1997

na-na (na-na, na-na) 

Nigga, I'm the colonel of the mothafuckin' tank 
Y'all after big thangs, we after big banks 
3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in

a blindfold
Say what you mean
Mean what you say
Unless it's with a side note
I've been taking notes since a kid in the 3rd grade
Jumped on
Pushed around
Get up

'Cause 25 with an L ain't closer junior
Now in society
You're labeled as a loser junior
2 times at that
So close to your 3rd
Only 22 now what the fuck you

to come by
You can teach me how to love
If you'll only try; So please!
Don't give up so soon.

Sorry that I hurt her I went astray;
Hurt her mind and broke

back,
The world can’t take from me,
Its YKF to the grave homie.

3rd Verse:
Ok, let's be real,
Something got to die and I know what to kill,
My will, my

us 
Shop don't close 'cause the neighbors change 
Same way cops know to roll when the date say 
The 1st to the 3rd a g-pack could make it all seem

can't tell me why

La la la la la la la la la
Na la la la la la la la la

You try to bring me hope
And you try to give me lies
But can't tell me how
You

You Know What We Bout

Master P

Made Mann

1999

the ghetto to the suburbs, from Marcy to the 3rd
You know what we do when we come through, ya heard?

In the south nigga
Deep in the four door, watchin

I'm reachin for the stars (Damn)
You can tell by these bars that I'm somethin' so special (So special)
It's all falling into place, funny how this life

Yea
You know that the money coming
Neefers aye
Money come in by the stack
Money come in spend it all get back
Money come in I don't know how to act

Snoop World

Master P

The Game Is to Be Sold Not to Be Told

1998

Beats By the Pound
You know how we do dis, ain't no stoppin' this
We can't be stopped, we run the streets
You feel me, da streets is ours
Ain't no

sweating out your collar
This the 3rd offering. How much more can I offer
Call me Greg B or you can call me Greg Major
Man, the Lord showed me favor
One

3rd's the coast, and we some superstars
Wearing ten around our neck, investing fifty in a car
And if you ever see me rolling, blowing weed into traffic

was born the 3rd Month; He said less is more, but I can’t spit a few
You can’t expect minor casualties from a C-4 of this magnitude,
When I hit

me leeway
Because even as a comforter
I’ve got a little bother
I really wanna see you naked
But that’s the 3rd verse
I know how much you need a cuddle

Mafi D ain't playing games
Why he talking in 3rd person? Cause Derrick don't talk to lames
Got my bitch fucked by a nigga it's coo I played it same

comes to contracts hmm
They went dyslexic 
Plus you a junkie
They feed you lean and pills
For breakfast 
Combined with ya 3rd grade education 
And you

what he hit from!
Ima show you how the shit done...

And if a bitch nigga hungry for it boy I got beef tell him get some
On the block I ain't got it

to be fucking real G,
I'm from that 3rd ward, niggas started banging,
bitches running up, in cars cause we hanging,
ask a nigga to break em off to get her

and you’ll get by
Try an’ try from deep inside

3rd Verse 
If you always doubt yourself in your mind
Yes yes yes (omit)
You’ll always be left out and fall

Rise it's time for us to awake from this
Oppression and depression
Get your mind out this false fabricated invention
Of this 3rd dimension don't you

killed
I represent (T-R-U) where them killas at
3rd Ward, uptown, Calliope on the map
Back up off me, ain't no softy
betta guard your grill

shit bumping city love it
Everyday i pray for peace

Trap jumping round 8:15, i cant tell you bout, too much 

I wasnt deep inside them street
I can tell

To anybody with a beastly delivery 
Put a spell on their asses
3rd place winner trophy holder at the spelling bee so I can really spell on they're asses 

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