P] A 211 in Cause i'm the of nigga that the police can't arrest I'm crazy, kickin' down doors Breakin' in homes, and with my nine, i'm robbin' fuckin' liquor I'm droppin' on you punk ass bitches From the streets and I 'em all listenin' tried to play the P in nine-one I came with fuckin' like a shotgun I'm breakin' 'em like A million plus and mother fuckas I told ya That the P would come through like a Cock the mic like a gauge, the handle and then pull it give a fuck about the radio nigga Gangsta lyrics that make my mother partners bigger I roll around four niggas deep Bumpin' shit fuck the police See I can never sell out I was born in the ghetto, so the ghettos what I talk One wrong move in the game and fucked And if I your going do me, i'm gonna shoot your ass 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 Shoot the mothe up
'em up, shoot 'em up Shoot 'em up, 'em up Shoot the fuckas Shoot the mother up
P] Alot of try to play in nine-two didn't really 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 guess they talk, talk about what Heh, makin' me a you gotta pay me Cause to the Underground I done sold hella tapes Thanks to my hookup, my are booked up The same companies mad they us Thick ass contracts to get a nigga 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 mother up
'em up, shoot 'em up Shoot 'em up, 'em up Shoot them fuckas up
'em up, shoot 'em up Shoot 'em up, 'em up Shoot the fuckas Shoot the mother up
P] So I refuse to get paid them other dummies Sellin' hella tapes and makin' no money You see I fuck 'em up I started my own company, how a nigga fuckin' came up for district bitches But like my homie SKI it ain't but prostitution So I to get fucked like a hoe That's why a make shit for the god damn streets bro Now the underground I Success came but I done paid hella dues Alot of try ????, like sayin' they in jail, to make they tapes sell Or poppin' that shit Show pussy on the cover, and talk about eatin' a bitch But I can never just I make that hard-core shit niggas wanna pump I'm puttin' hits on niggas in the rap I'm takin' 'em out just like the fuckin' game You run up on P your pressin' your luck I pack a nine cause I might shoot a nigga up
Shoot 'em up, 'em up Shoot 'em up, 'em up Shoot the mother up
'em up, shoot 'em up Shoot 'em up, 'em up Shoot the mother up
Shoot 'em up, 'em up 'em up, shoot 'em up Yo P, Shoot them mother up
P] Yeah you better break your mother fuckin' selves You know what i'm Cause Master P is straight 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 G close to me Silkk, C-Murder, Fonzo, Sonya C, SKI, and CMT in the mother fuckin' this laid-back ass dope track Check this out, we straight killin' mother fuckas this So you can take it how you to you know what i'm sayin' You run bitch!