P] A 211 in Cause i'm the type of nigga the police can't arrest I'm going crazy, kickin' doors Breakin' in homes, and with my nine, i'm robbin' fuckin' liquor I'm droppin' on you punk ass bitches the streets and I keep 'em all listenin' Suckas tried to play the P in I came with rhymes like a shotgun I'm breakin' 'em bouldas A million plus and mother fuckas I told ya That the P would come through like a Cock the mic like a gauge, grab the handle and then it Don't give a fuck the radio nigga Gangsta lyrics that make my mother fuckin' partners I roll around town four niggas Bumpin' shit like fuck the See I can never 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 your going do me, i'm shoot your ass up
'em up, shoot 'em up Shoot 'em up, 'em up Shoot the fuckas up
'em up, shoot 'em up Shoot 'em up, 'em up Shoot the mothe up
Shoot 'em up, 'em up Shoot 'em up, 'em up Shoot the mother the mother fuckas up
P] Alot of labels try to play in They really think the P would come through And niggas just Now I went big time, I got 'em all ass I roll in the Benzo, sittin' on Now the same record company's at my I guess they wanna talk, talk about Heh, makin' me a Well you pay me Cause to the Underground I done sold hella tapes to my hookup, my concerts are booked up The same mad they over-looked us ass contracts to get a nigga stuck And then my lawyer say you ain't legit, I shoot you up
'em up, shoot 'em up Shoot 'em up, 'em up Shoot them mother up
Shoot 'em up, 'em up Shoot 'em up, 'em up Shoot them fuckas up
Shoot 'em up, 'em up Shoot 'em up, 'em up the mother fuckas Shoot the mother up
P] So I to get paid 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 nigga fuckin' up for district bitches But like my homie SKI it ain't but prostitution So I refuse to get fucked a hoe That's why a nigga make shit for the god damn bro Now the underground I Success came fast but I paid hella dues Alot of rappers try ????, like sayin' in jail, to make they tapes sell Or poppin' that nasty Show some pussy on the cover, and about eatin' a bitch But I can just stunt I that hard-core shit that niggas wanna pump I'm puttin' hits on in the rap game I'm 'em out just like the fuckin' dope game You run up on P pump your pressin' your I pack a nine cause I just shoot a nigga up
Shoot 'em up, 'em up 'em up, shoot 'em up Shoot the mother up
Shoot 'em up, 'em up Shoot 'em up, 'em up Shoot the fuckas up
'em up, shoot 'em up Shoot 'em up, 'em up Yo P, them mother fuckas up
P] Yeah niggas you better break your fuckin' selves You know what i'm Master P is comin' straight gangsta hard-core With Underground shit for the nine-two You what i'm sayin', we shootin' niggas up this year I got my partner G close to me Silkk, C-Murder, Fonzo, Sonya C, SKI, and CMT in the mother house With this ass dope track Check out, we straight killin' mother fuckas this year So you can it how you want to you know what i'm sayin' You run bitch!