[Master P]
A 211 in progress
Cause i`m the type of ni**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**kin` liquor stores
I`m droppin` things on you punk ass bitches
From the streets and I keep `em all listenin`
Suckas tried to play the P in nine-one
I came with f**kin` rhymes like a shotgun
I`m breakin` `em like bouldas
A million plus fans and mother f**kas I told ya
That the P would come through like a bullet
C**k the mic like a gauge, grab the handle and then pull it
Don`t give a f**k about the radio ni**a
Gangsta lyrics that make my mother f**kin` partners bigger
I roll around town four ni**as deep
Bumpin` s**t like f**k the police
See I can never f**kin` sell out
I was born in the ghetto, so the ghettos what I talk about
One wrong move in the game and your f**ked
And if I think your going do me, i`m gonna shoot your ass up

Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot
Shoot the mother f**kas up

Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot
Shoot the mothe f**kas up

Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot the mother f**kas
Shoot the mother f**kas up

[Master P]
Alot of labels try to play in nine-two
They didn`t really think the P would come through
And ni**as just dissin`
Now I went big time, I got `em all ass 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 ass contracts to get a ni**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**kas up

Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot them mother f**kas up

Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot the mother f**kas
Shoot the mother f**kas 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**k `em up
I started my own company, that`s how a ni**a f**kin` came up
Lookin` for district bitches
But like my homie SKI it ain`t nothin` but prostitution
So I refuse to get f**ked like a hoe
That`s why a ni**a make s**t for the god damn 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 pussy on the cover, and talk about eatin` a bitch
But I can never just stunt
I make that hard-core s**t that ni**as wanna pump
I`m puttin` hits on ni**as in the rap game
I`m takin` `em out just like the f**kin` dope game
You run up on P pump your pressin` your luck
I pack a nine cause I just might shoot a ni**a up

Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot
Shoot the mother f**kas up

Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot
Shoot the mother f**kas up

Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Yo P, what
Shoot them mother f**kas up

[Master P]
Yeah ni**as you better break your mother f**kin` 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` ni**as 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**kin` house
With this laid-back ass dope track
Check this out, we straight killin` mother f**kas this year
So you can take it how you want to you know what i`m sayin`
You better run bitch!