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