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