Оригинален текст
Master P
Big Ed, Fiend, Mystikal.
You all get in, get the motherfkin money.
And if anybody moves, huh, buck em.
It's a 211, don't make it a 187
It's a 211, don't make it a 187
It's a 211, don't make it a 187
It's a 211, don't make it a 187
Where they at, where they at, get the gat, get the gat
Where they at, where they at, get the gat, get the gat
Where they at, where they at, get the gat, get the gat
Where they at, where they at, get the gat
Mystikal
When Mystikal hits the door it go (door squeak)
Fifty cent they goin get ????
I got the things on fire let em burn
Kill everybody plus the women and the churn
nigg* huh, nigg* what you goin learn
Where I'm a put you b*tch you aint goin return
Get it straight like your hair when you perm
I'm a streak like comin from my sperm
I hope it stick like a motherfkin fern
b*tch I make ten times what you earn
And for all you girls concerned
A 211, a 187 goin be confirmed
Master P
It's a 211, don't make it a 187
It's a 211, don't make it a 187
It's a 211, don't make it a 187
It's a 211, don't make it a 187
Fiend
Womp womp, womp womp
Way I feel with these twin glocks, goin up when the pin drops
And all you fat hogs, chop down it's a thin cop
Or feel hot, you meet my richer nigg* taker
With balls on my caper and find her if you gotta maker
Braker, two one one, with my two new guns
Love to see you run, I just use your come
Gun cooked, unhooked for tryin to reach
Including my strap so I unleash the beast
I dare you preach, you got way more then me
And it's just somethin I couldn't ignore you see
Better up somethin, or me and my shottie goin buck up somethin
Snuff somethin, and then night, and slowly cut somethin
Master P
It's a 211, don't make it a 187
It's a 211, don't make it a 187
It's a 211, don't make it a 187
It's a 211, don't make it a 187
Big Ed
P point out the house, watch me run up in this b*tch
nigg* come out that rug, don't make me bust your s**t
nigg* dust your s**t, hit em with cocain and dope
And after all of my shows I'm gettin head from hoes
Hypnotized by the way that stripper blast
She shoots me deep in a trance
But look in my TRU s**t fast or I'm ready to as*
Dont you make a motherfkin sound
My pistol is pionted right between your frown
nigg* get down on the fkin ground
With my kids gotta eat rob everybody around
Pull akickdoe (boom), breakin off
s**t get shady when decks em with the sawed off
Master P
It's a 211, don't make it a 187
It's a 211, don't make it a 187
It's a 211, don't make it a 187
it's a 211, don't make it a 187
Uh oh!
See, we can do this the motherfkin right way.
Just give me the motherfkin money.
Nobody moves, nobody hurt.
That's it!
b*tch, don't fkin move, now look what you made me do.