[Master P]
A 211 in progress
'Cause I'm the type of n***a that the police can't arrest
I'm going crazy, kickin' down doors
Breakin' in homes, and with my nine, I'm robbin' f**in' liquor stores
I'm droppin' things on you punk a** b**hes
From the streets and I keep 'em all listenin'
s**as tried to play the P in nine-one
I came with f**in' rhymes like a shotgun
I'm breakin' 'em like bouldas
A million plus fans and mother f**as I told ya
That the P would come through like a bullet
co*k the mic like a gauge, grab the handle and then pull it
Don't give a f** about the radio n***a
Gangsta lyrics that make my mother f**in' partners bigger
I roll around town four n***as deep
Bumpin' sh** like f** the police
See I can never f**in' sell out
I was born in the ghetto, so the ghettos what I talk about
One wrong move in the game and your f**ed
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**as up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot the mothe f**as up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot the mother f**as
Shoot the mother f**as up
[Master P]
a lot of labels try to play in nine-two
They didn't really think the P would come through
And n***as 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 want to 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***a 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**as up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot them mother f**as up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot the mother f**as
Shoot the mother f**as 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***a f**in' came up
Lookin' for district b**hes
But like my homie SKI it ain't nothin' but prostitution
So I refuse to get f**ed like a hoe
That's why a n***a make sh** for the god damn streets bro
Now the underground I rule
Success came fast but I done paid hella dues
a lot of rappers try ????, like sayin' they in jail, to make they tapes sell
Or poppin' that nasty sh**
Show some p**y on the cover, and talk about eatin' a b**h
But I can never just stunt
I make that hard-core sh** that n***as want to pump
I'm puttin' hits on n***as in the rap game
I'm takin' 'em out just like the f**in' dope game
You run up on P pump your pressin' your luck
I pack a nine cause I just might shoot a n***a up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot the mother f**as up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot the mother f**as up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Yo P, what
Shoot them mother f**as up
[Master P]
Yeah n***as you better break your mother f**in' selves
You know what I'm sayin'
'Cause Master P is comin' straight gangsta hard-core
With this Underground sh** for the nine-two
You know what I'm sayin', we shootin' n***as up this year
I got my partner Calli G close to me
Silkk, see-Murder, Fonzo, Sonya see, SKI, and CMT in the mother f**in' house
With this laid-back a** dope track
Check this out, we straight k**in' mother f**as this year
So you can take it how you want to you know what i'm sayin'
You better run b**h!