[Intro]

Ayy, man, uh

Why don't you pull over, man? Go get somethin' to drink, man

'Cause, shit, it's hot than a motherfucker (Yeah, do that, Silkk, man)

Man, uh, and man, don't you go up in the store, man (Aw, man, it's cool)

Chill here with your folks, man (Dude, it's cool, dude, I ain't gon' do nothin', man)

Come on, man, watch out, man (Okay), don't do nothin', man

Excuse me, mister, you got change for a dollar? (Sir, you're gonna have to wait in line like everybody else)

Well, bitch, get your hands up, it's a motherfuckin' robbery

Nigga, you tryna touch the alarm? Huh? Huh? (Oh, no, sir, no)

[Verse 1]

A 211 in progress

'Cause I'm the type of nigga the police can't arrest

I'm going crazy, kickin' down doors, breakin' in homes

And with my nine, I'm robbin' fuckin' liquor stores

I'm droppin' things on you punk-ass bitches

From the streets and I keep 'em all listenin'

Suckas tried to fade the P in nine-one

I came through with fuckin' rhymes like a shotgun

I'm breakin' 'em like boulders

A million plus fans and, motherfuckers, 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 fuck about the radio, nigga

Gangsta lyrics that make my motherfuckin' pockets bigger

I roll around town four niggas deep

Bumpin' shit like "Fuck tha Police"

See, I can never fuckin' sell out

I was born in the ghetto, so the ghetto's what I talk about

One wrong move in this game and you're fucked

And if I think you're gonna do me, I'm gonna shoot your ass up

[Chorus]

Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up

Shoot 'em up, shoot, shoot the motherfuckers up

Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up

Shoot, shoot, shoot the motherfuckers up

Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up

Shoot your motherfuck— shoot the motherfuckers up

[Verse 2]

A lot of labels try to play me in nine-two

They didn't really think the P would come through

And niggas just dissin'

Now that I went big time, I got 'em all ass kissin'

I roll in a Benzo, sittin' on Lorenzos

Now the same record companies at my window

I guess they wanna talk, talk about what?

Huh, makin' me a star

Well, you gotta pay

'Cause to the underground alone, I done sold hella tapes

Thanks to my hookup, my concerts are booked up

Them same companies mad they overlooked us

Fake-ass contracts to get a nigga stuck

And if my lawyer say you ain't legit, I gotta shoot you up

[Chorus]

Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up

Shoot 'em up, shoot, shoot that motherfucker up

Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up

Shoot, shoot, shoot the motherfuckers up

We shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up

Shoot you motherfuckers, shoot the motherfuckers up

[Verse 3]

So I refuse to get played like them other dummies

Sellin' hella tapes and ain't makin' no money

You see, I gotta fuck 'em up

Then started my own company, that's how a nigga fuckin' came up

Lookin' for distribution

But like my homie SKI said, it ain't nothin' but prostitution

So I refuse to get fucked like a ho

That's why a nigga make shit for the goddamn streets, bro

Now the underground I rule

Success came quick, but I done paid hella dues

A lot of rappers tried gimmicks

Like sayin' they in jail to make they tapes sell

Or poppin' that nasty shit

Show some pussy on the cover and talkin' about eatin' a bitch

But I can never just stunt

I make that hardcore shit that niggas wanna pump

I'm puttin' hits on niggas in the rap game

I'm takin' 'em out just like the fuckin' dope game

You run up on P, punk, you're pressin' your luck

I pack a nine 'cause I just might shoot a nigga up

[Chorus]

Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up

Shoot 'em up, shoot, shoot the motherfuckers up

Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up

Shoot 'em up, shoot, shoot the motherfuckers up

Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up

Yo, P (What?), shoot the motherfuckers up

[Outro]

Yeah, niggas, you better break y'all motherfuckin' selves

You know what I'm sayin'?

'Cause Master P is comin' straight gangsta hardcore

With this underground shit for the nine-two

You know what I'm sayin'? We shootin' niggas up this year

I got my partner Cali G close to me

Big Silkk, C-Murder, Fonzo, Sonya C

SKI and CMT in the motherfuckin' house with this laid back-ass dope track

Check this out, we straight killin' motherfuckers this year

So you can take it how you want to, you know what I'm sayin'?

You better run, bitch