Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Master P
Master P
Performer
Silkk the Shocker
Silkk the Shocker
Musician
Mia X
Mia X
Musician
Fiend
Fiend
Rap
Mystikal
Mystikal
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vyshonne King Miller
Vyshonne King Miller
Composer
Edward Fletcher
Edward Fletcher
Composer
B. Mcdonald
B. Mcdonald
Composer
Doug Wimbish
Doug Wimbish
Composer
Craig Derry
Craig Derry
Composer
George Young
George Young
Composer
Ricky Jones
Ricky Jones
Composer
Sylvia Robinson
Sylvia Robinson
Composer
Dwain Mitchell
Dwain Mitchell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
KLC
KLC
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ugh, na-na-na-na
Make 'em say, "Ugh
Ugh
Na-na-na-na"
Na-na-na-na
[Verse 2]
****, I'm the colonel of the motherfuckin' tank
Y'all after big things, we after big bank
Third ward hustlers, soldiers in combat
Convicts and dealers and killers with TRU tats
Never gave a fuck 'bout no hoes on our riches
And **** come short, I'm diggin' ditches
M.P. pullin' stripe, commander in chief
If fools run up wrong, ****, I'm knockin' out some teeth
I'm down here slangin', rollin' with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Steppin' on toes, break a **** nose
In the projects, ****, anything goes
Breakin' fools off 'cause I'm a No Limit Soldier
At ease, now salute, dear, pass me the Doja
[Chorus]
Make 'em say, "Ugh
Ugh
Na-na-na-na"
Na-na-na-na
Make 'em say, "Ugh
Ugh
Na-na-na-na"
Na-na-na-na
Make 'em say, "Ugh
Ugh
Na-na-na-na"
Na-na-na-na
[Verse 3]
Be exercisin' his right of exoricism, bustin' out the Expedition
Bullets choppin' haters, business to about the size of prisms
Our mission
They heard the scary, No Limit mercenary
No tellin' how bad it get because the worst'll vary
I heard you make 'em worry, that this for the loot
They intimidated by the rounds that a tank shoot
Tank dogs, salute
Every robbery in store 'cause they know
Everything we know mean more money, more
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 ugh went twice (Ugh, ugh)
And ended with nine, get 'em
[Chorus]
Make 'em say, "Ugh
Ugh
Na-na-na-na"
Na-na-na-na
Make 'em say, "Ugh
Ugh
Na-na-na-na"
Na-na-na-na
[Verse 4]
P gon' make you say (Ugh)
I'ma make you 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
Hit nothin' but tight bitches, call me, I might hit you
****, make 'em say, "Na-na-na"
Don't trip
After I bust your shit, then after that say, "Na-na-na-na"
I hang with ****, I do my thing with ****
They wanna know if I gangbang 'cause I hang with a whole gang of ****
So when we connect, ****, better respect this, I step quick
'Cause I got a vicious right hand, but you know what?
My left is quick too
You the type of **** that promotes violence
You might be right 'cause I
Step in the club and say something
To get that motherfuckin' to start to fightin'
('Bout it) Bad as Vogue's, I'm cold, extra see-through
B-G ****, all, all 3D
And P-D's the game I spit, No Limit soldiers got my back
I run this motherfuckin', TRU ****
And I bet you I'll make you stay back
[Chorus]
Make 'em say, "Ugh
Ugh
Na-na-na-na"
Na-na-na-na
Make 'em say, "Ugh
Ugh
Na-na-na-na"
Na-na-na-na
[Verse 5]
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 Billboard
This tank can set up roadblocks, we fadin' all you hoes
Want some more? Then let's go, stretch you out like elastic
Zip that ass up in plastic, have your folks pickin' caskets
We drastic, our tactics is homegrown in the ghetto
So feel the wrath of this sister, it's like you fightin' ten ****
Forget the baby boys, it's the biggest mama, Mia
The un-ladylike diva, lyrical man eater, believe her
Or see her and get that ass embarrased
If you're a decision maker, guaranteed you'll get carried away
So stay in your place when you hear Mama speakin'
Cannon spray, clear the way when you see the tank creepin'
[Chorus]
Make 'em say, "Ugh
Ugh
Na-na-na-na"
Na-na-na-na
Make 'em say, "Ugh
Ugh
Na-na-na-na"
Na-na-na-na
[Verse 6]
I am that **** that rappers look up to
When they won't know how to do it
Used to be the little skinny motherfucka with the braided hair
Used to live on Tchoupitoulas
I done paid my dues, but done played the blues
**** play me like he was scared to lose
I'm still a fool, you ain't heard the news
I'm with them No Limit ****, makin' major moves
I won't stop now, bitch, 'cause I can't stop
And you can't stop, so, bitch, don't try me
We TRU soldiers, and we don't die
We keep rollin', na-na-na-na-na
All aboard, bitches could get barely inside
The riverboat Hallelujah
**** goin' to war, gone to fightin' and shootin' inside rumors
Bitches be sayin' he there, we there, beware
C there, Silkk there, Fiend there, Mama there, P there
Ain't no salary cap on top of my dollars
I roll with nothing but them No Limit riders
I gets down, ****, I hold my tank up high
Watch how many bitches get wild, na-na-na-na
[Chorus]
Make 'em say, "Ugh
Ugh
Na-na-na-na"
Na-na-na-na
Make 'em say, "Ugh
Written by: B. Mcdonald, Craig Derry, Doug Wimbish, Dwain Mitchell, Edward Fletcher, George Young, Ricky Jones, Sylvia Robinson, Vyshonne King Miller
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