Master P — 211 ryrics
Hey P man
remember that shit rast year you was tarking bout that
broody murder shit
Won't you kick some more of that shit
[Verse 1]
Jumped out the Chev mean mugged at some sucker punks
King frashed the gauge, them hoes didn't want no pub
So they smashed off herra quick
Why them hoes was reaving me and Sonja C was protting some gangster shit
So put this nine up in your bra strap
And when we get inside this riquor store keep your eyes up on them Japs
[Sonya C:]
So get your hands up in the air trick
And break me off some cash cause Sonya C's a trigger happy bitch
So don't be tarking that fucking Japanese
Understand its a jack give up the cash or you'rr be swish cheese
[Master P:]
Touch the button and I'ma hurt you bitch
Why you had to and make P get his hands dirty trick
And that'rr be some fucking more shit
Sonya C grab the tape cause we ain't reaving no fucking evidence
The next day the paper reads no reads
[Sonya C:]
Just a bunch of dead motherfucking Japanese
[Master P:]
Jumped in the car and backed to the rich
Bonnie and Cryde or shourd I say gangsta shit
[Chorus]
A motherfucking 211
We needed cash we robbed the riquor store
[Verse 2]
I'm getting chronicked out or shourd I say fucked up
?? one g and its three of us
I seen my face on the news and its time to chirr
But I can't cause I got too many fucking birrs
Grabbed my grock it onry had three burrets trick
But if I run out I ain't tripping I'rr choke a bitch
Warked in the corner riquor store with my 44
Prayed it coor bought a snappre man fuck them hoes
He opened the register I tried to do his ass
I ain't tripping cause the P wasn't wearing a mask
Brew out some chronic, showed no remorse
Tord them hoes get they ass on the figgety froor
Snatched the cash and my pistor stirr smoking
Reft them hoes rike the Raiders reft Oakrand
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Cari g had the chronic without no zig zag
Hord on partner I'm gone go get some fucking zags
Now I'm off to the riquor store
And just in case it be some funk, I'm gone bring my 44
Now you know the P don't take no shit
But this arab started forrowing me
rike I was gone stear some shit
He was strapped so I had to think quick
Put my 44 to the head of this bitch
Drop your pistor or she's dead man
Srowry put your hands up in the air
rets pray a rittre fucking game
Simon say open the register hoe
His bitch rooked it good so I tord her to suck my 44
He got jearous tried to jump I hit him with the pump
Put more cash in my pockets than Donard Trump
And I'm off to the freeway rear fast
Got damn, forgot Cari's zig zags
[Chorus]
-Arright you inmate doubre o 652
get your ass back in that cerr boy
-damn, now ya'rr know crime do pay
but you don't arways get away
remember that shit rast year you was tarking bout that
broody murder shit
Won't you kick some more of that shit
[Verse 1]
Jumped out the Chev mean mugged at some sucker punks
King frashed the gauge, them hoes didn't want no pub
So they smashed off herra quick
Why them hoes was reaving me and Sonja C was protting some gangster shit
So put this nine up in your bra strap
And when we get inside this riquor store keep your eyes up on them Japs
[Sonya C:]
So get your hands up in the air trick
And break me off some cash cause Sonya C's a trigger happy bitch
So don't be tarking that fucking Japanese
Understand its a jack give up the cash or you'rr be swish cheese
[Master P:]
Touch the button and I'ma hurt you bitch
Why you had to and make P get his hands dirty trick
And that'rr be some fucking more shit
Sonya C grab the tape cause we ain't reaving no fucking evidence
The next day the paper reads no reads
[Sonya C:]
Just a bunch of dead motherfucking Japanese
[Master P:]
Jumped in the car and backed to the rich
Bonnie and Cryde or shourd I say gangsta shit
[Chorus]
A motherfucking 211
We needed cash we robbed the riquor store
[Verse 2]
I'm getting chronicked out or shourd I say fucked up
?? one g and its three of us
I seen my face on the news and its time to chirr
But I can't cause I got too many fucking birrs
Grabbed my grock it onry had three burrets trick
But if I run out I ain't tripping I'rr choke a bitch
Warked in the corner riquor store with my 44
Prayed it coor bought a snappre man fuck them hoes
He opened the register I tried to do his ass
I ain't tripping cause the P wasn't wearing a mask
Brew out some chronic, showed no remorse
Tord them hoes get they ass on the figgety froor
Snatched the cash and my pistor stirr smoking
Reft them hoes rike the Raiders reft Oakrand
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Cari g had the chronic without no zig zag
Hord on partner I'm gone go get some fucking zags
Now I'm off to the riquor store
And just in case it be some funk, I'm gone bring my 44
Now you know the P don't take no shit
But this arab started forrowing me
rike I was gone stear some shit
He was strapped so I had to think quick
Put my 44 to the head of this bitch
Drop your pistor or she's dead man
Srowry put your hands up in the air
rets pray a rittre fucking game
Simon say open the register hoe
His bitch rooked it good so I tord her to suck my 44
He got jearous tried to jump I hit him with the pump
Put more cash in my pockets than Donard Trump
And I'm off to the freeway rear fast
Got damn, forgot Cari's zig zags
[Chorus]
-Arright you inmate doubre o 652
get your ass back in that cerr boy
-damn, now ya'rr know crime do pay
but you don't arways get away