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Master P
A 211 in progress
Cause i'm the type of nigg* that the police can't arrest
I'm going crazy, kickin' down doors
Breakin' in homes, and with my nine, i'm robbin' fkin' liquor stores
I'm droppin' things on you punk as* girls
From the streets and I keep 'em all listenin'
Suckas tried to play the P in nine-one
I came with fkin' rhymes like a shotgun
I'm breakin' 'em like bouldas
A million plus fans and mother fkas I told ya
That the P would come through like a bullet
c*ck the mic like a gauge, grab the handle and then pull it
Don't give a fk about the radio nigg*
Gangsta lyrics that make my mother fkin' partners bigger
I roll around town four deep
Bumpin' s**t like fk the police
See I can never fkin' sell out
I was born in the ghetto, so the ghettos what I talk about
One wrong move in the game and your fked
And if I think your going do me, i'm gonna shoot your as* up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot the mother fkas up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot the mothe fkas up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot the mother fkas
Shoot the mother fkas up
Master P
Alot of labels try to play in nine-two
They didn't really think the P would come through
And just dissin'
Now I went big time, I got 'em all as* 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 as* contracts to get a nigg* 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 fkas up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot them mother fkas up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot the mother fkas
Shoot the mother fkas 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 fk 'em up
I started my own company, that's how a nigg* fkin' came up
Lookin' for district girls
But like my homie SKI it ain't nothin' but prostitution
So I refuse to get fked like a hoe
That's why a nigg* make s**t for the god d*mn 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**t
Show some p*ssy on the cover, and talk about eatin' a b*tch
But I can never just stunt
I make that hard-core s**t that wanna pump
I'm puttin' hits on in the rap game
I'm takin' 'em out just like the fkin' dope game
You run up on P pump your pressin' your luck
I pack a nine cause I just might shoot a nigg* up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot the mother fkas up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot
Shoot the mother fkas up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Yo P, what
Shoot them mother fkas up
Master P
Yeah you better break your mother fkin' selves
You know what i'm sayin'
Cause Master P is comin' straight gangsta hard-core
With this Underground s**t for the nine-two
You know what i'm sayin', we shootin' up this year
I got my partner Calli G close to me
Silkk, C-Murder, Fonzo, Sonya C, SKI, and CMT in the mother fkin' house
With this laid-back as* dope track
Check this out, we straight killin' mother fkas this year
So you can take it how you want to you know what i'm sayin'
You better run b*tch!