Текст песни: Master P - 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` fuckin` 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 fuckin` rhymes like a shotgun
I`m breakin` `em like bouldas
A million plus fans and mother fuckas 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 mother fuckin` partners bigger
I roll around town four niggas deep
Bumpin` shit like fuck the police
See I can never fuckin` sell out
I was born in the ghetto, so the ghettos what I talk about
One wrong move in the game and your fucked
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 fuckas up

Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot
Shoot the mothe fuckas up

Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot the mother fuckas
Shoot the mother fuckas 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 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 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 fuckas up

Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot them mother fuckas up

Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot the mother fuckas
Shoot the mother fuckas 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 fuck `em up
I started my own company, that`s how a nigga fuckin` came up
Lookin` for district bitches
But like my homie SKI it ain`t nothin` but prostitution
So I refuse to get fucked 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 pussy 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 fuckin` 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 fuckas up

Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot
Shoot the mother fuckas up

Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Yo P, what
Shoot them mother fuckas up

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

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[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` fuckin` 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 fuckin` rhymes like a shotgun
I`m breakin` `em like bouldas
A million plus fans and mother fuckas 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 mother fuckin` partners bigger
I roll around town four niggas deep
Bumpin` shit like fuck the police
See I can never fuckin` sell out
I was born in the ghetto, so the ghettos what I talk about
One wrong move in the game and your fucked
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 fuckas up

Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot
Shoot the mothe fuckas up

Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot the mother fuckas
Shoot the mother fuckas 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 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 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 fuckas up

Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot them mother fuckas up

Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot the mother fuckas
Shoot the mother fuckas 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 fuck `em up
I started my own company, that`s how a nigga fuckin` came up
Lookin` for district bitches
But like my homie SKI it ain`t nothin` but prostitution
So I refuse to get fucked 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 pussy 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 fuckin` 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 fuckas up

Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot
Shoot the mother fuckas up

Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Shoot `em up, shoot `em up
Yo P, what
Shoot them mother fuckas up

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

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