P] A 211 in Cause i'm the type of nigga that the police can't I'm going crazy, kickin' doors in homes, and with my nine, i'm robbin' fuckin' liquor stores I'm things on you punk ass bitches the streets and I keep 'em all listenin' Suckas tried to the P in nine-one I came with fuckin' rhymes a shotgun I'm breakin' 'em bouldas A million plus and mother fuckas I told ya That the P would through like a bullet Cock the mic like a gauge, grab the handle and pull it give a fuck about the radio nigga Gangsta lyrics that make my mother fuckin' bigger I roll around town four niggas Bumpin' shit like the police See I can fuckin' sell out I was born in the ghetto, so the ghettos what I about One move in the game and your fucked And if I your going do me, i'm gonna shoot your ass up
Shoot 'em up, 'em up Shoot 'em up, 'em up Shoot the fuckas up
Shoot 'em up, 'em up Shoot 'em up, 'em up Shoot the mothe up
Shoot 'em up, 'em up 'em up, shoot 'em up Shoot the mother the mother fuckas up
P] Alot of try to play in nine-two They didn't really think the P would through And niggas just Now I went big time, I got 'em all ass I roll in the Benzo, sittin' on Now the record company's at my window I they wanna talk, talk about what Heh, makin' me a Well you pay me Cause to the Underground alone I sold hella tapes Thanks to my hookup, my are booked up The companies mad they over-looked us Thick ass to get a nigga stuck And then my lawyer say you ain't legit, I gotta you up
'em up, shoot 'em up Shoot 'em up, 'em up Shoot them fuckas up
Shoot 'em up, 'em up 'em up, shoot 'em up Shoot mother fuckas up
'em up, shoot 'em up Shoot 'em up, 'em up the mother fuckas Shoot the mother up
P] So I refuse to get like them other dummies Sellin' hella tapes and ain't makin' no You see I gotta 'em up I started my own company, that's how a fuckin' came up Lookin' for bitches But like my SKI it ain't nothin' but prostitution So I to get fucked like a hoe That's why a nigga shit for the god damn streets bro Now the I rule Success came fast but I paid hella dues Alot of rappers try ????, like sayin' they in jail, to make tapes sell Or poppin' that shit Show some pussy on the cover, and talk about a bitch But I can never stunt I make hard-core shit that niggas wanna pump I'm puttin' hits on in the rap game I'm takin' 'em out just like the dope game You run up on P pump pressin' your luck I pack a nine cause I just shoot a nigga up
'em up, shoot 'em up 'em up, shoot 'em up Shoot the mother up
Shoot 'em up, 'em up Shoot 'em up, 'em up Shoot the mother up
Shoot 'em up, 'em up 'em up, shoot 'em up Yo P, them mother fuckas up
P] Yeah niggas you better break your mother selves You what i'm sayin' Cause Master P is comin' gangsta hard-core With Underground shit for the nine-two You know what i'm sayin', we shootin' niggas up year I got my partner Calli G to me Silkk, C-Murder, Fonzo, Sonya C, SKI, and CMT in the fuckin' house With this laid-back ass track Check this out, we straight killin' mother fuckas this So you can take it how you want to you know what i'm You run bitch!