Shoot 'em Up

[Master P] A 211 in progress Cause i'm the type of nigga 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 a*s bitches From the streets and I keep 'em all listenin' s*ckas 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 Cock the mic like a gauge, grab the handle and then pull it Don't give a f**k about the radio nigga Gangsta lyrics that make my mother f**kin' partners bigger I roll around town four niggas deep Bumpin' shit 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 a*s 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 niggas just dissin' Now I went big time, I got 'em all a*s 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*s contracts to get a nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga make shit 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 shit Show some pus*y on the cover, and talk about eatin' a bitch But I can never just stunt I make that hard-core shit that niggas wanna pump I'm puttin' hits on niggas 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 nigga 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 niggas 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 shit for the nine-two You know what i'm sayin', we shootin' niggas 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 a*s 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!