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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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No Limit Studios, what's up? 
Who dis is? Who dis is? 
Nigga, this Rappin 4-Tay, who is this? 
Oh, this P
P? 
Yeah, this P
P? 
Yeah (if this P, lemme hear you say, "Uh")
Uh
Nigga, this ain't no mothafuckin' P
Man, hang the phone up

Uh
Na-na, na-na
Make 'em say, "Uh" (uh) 
Na-na, 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 combats 
My comrades is dealas and killas with TRU tats 
Never gave a f*ck 'bout no hoes or no riches 
If niggas come short, I'm diggin' ditches 
M.P. pullin' stripes, commander-in-chief 
If fools run up wrong 
Nigga, I'm knockin' out some teeth 
I'm down here slangin', rollin' with these hustlers 
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you bustas 
Steppin' on toes, breakin' 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 doja

Make 'em say, "Uh" (uh)
Na-na, na-na (na-na, na-na)
Make 'em say, "Uh" (uh)
Na-na, na-na (na-na, na-na)
Make 'em say, "Uh" (uh)
Na-na, na-na (na-na, na-na)

Fiend exercising his right of exorcism 
Bustin out the Expedition, fully choppin' haters
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 a 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 uhh went twice (uh, uh) 
And ended with nine, get 'em 

Make 'em say, "Uh" (uh)
Na-na, na-na (na-na, na-na)
Make 'em say, "Uh" (uh)
Na-na, na-na (na-na, na-na)

P gon' make ya say, "Uh" 
I'ma make ya say, "Ah"
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 na-na-na, don't trip 
After I bust yo shit, then after that say na-na na-na 
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 
You 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 mothafucka to start fightin'
Bitch, bad as Vogues, I'm cold as you see me 
Be G's knockin' niggas out 'cause I make 'em all see 3D 
And peep D, the game that I spit 
No Limit soldier cross my back 
I run this mothafucka, TRU niggas 
And I betcha I'll make ya stay back

Make 'em say, "Uh" (uh)
Na-na, na-na (na-na, na-na)
Make 'em say, "Uh" (uh)
Na-na, na-na (na-na, na-na)

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 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' ten 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 mama speakin'
Cannons spray, clear the way, when ya see the tank creepin'

Make 'em say, "Uh" (uh)
Na-na, na-na (na-na, na-na)
Make 'em say, "Uh" (uh)
Na-na, na-na (na-na, na-na)

Hi, I'm that nigga that rappers look up to 
When they wanna know how to do it 
It could be the little bitty skinny mothafucka 
With the braids in his hair 
Used to live on Tchoupitoulas 
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', na-na na-na na
All aboard, it's like a band inside 
The Riverboat, Hallelujah
Niggas goin' to war, got to fightin' and shootin' inside rumors 
Little bitch sayin' he there, we there, be where? 
C there, Silkk there, Fiend there, Mama 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-na na-na

Make 'em say, "Uh" (uh)
Na-na, na-na (na-na, na-na)

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