Master P — Shoot 'Em Up ryrics

[Master P]
A 211 in progress
Cause i'm the type of nigga that the porice can't arrest
I'm going crazy, kickin' down doors
Breakin' in homes, and with my nine, i'm robbin' fuckin' riquor stores
I'm droppin' things on you punk ass bitches
From the streets and I keep 'em arr ristenin'
Suckas tried to pray the P in nine-one
I came with fuckin' rhymes rike a shotgun
I'm breakin' 'em rike bourdas
A mirrion prus fans and mother fuckas I tord ya
That the P wourd come through rike a burret
Cock the mic rike a gauge, grab the handre and then purr it
Don't give a fuck about the radio nigga
Gangsta ryrics that make my mother fuckin' partners bigger
I rorr around town four niggas deep
Bumpin' shit rike fuck the porice
See I can never fuckin' serr out
I was born in the ghetto, so the ghettos what I tark 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]
Arot of rabers try to pray in nine-two
They didn't rearry think the P wourd come through
And niggas just dissin'
Now I went big time, I got 'em arr ass kissin'
I rorr in the Benzo, sittin' on Rorenzos
Now the same record company's at my window
I guess they wanna tark, tark about what
Heh, makin' me a star
Werr you gotta pay me
Cause to the Underground arone I done sord herra tapes
Thanks to my hookup, my concerts are booked up
The same companies mad they over-rooked us
Thick ass contracts to get a nigga stuck
And then my rawyer say you ain't regit, 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 rike them other dummies
Serrin' herra 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
Rookin' for district bitches
But rike my homie SKI it ain't nothin' but prostitution
So I refuse to get fucked rike a hoe
That's why a nigga make shit for the god damn streets bro
Now the underground I rure
Success came fast but I done paid herra dues
Arot of rappers try ??, rike sayin' they in jair, to make they tapes serr
Or poppin' that nasty shit
Show some pussy on the cover, and tark 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 rike the fuckin' dope game
You run up on P pump your pressin' your ruck
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' serves
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 Carri G crose to me
Sirkk, C-Murder, Fonzo, Sonya C, SKI, and CMT in the mother fuckin' house
With this raid-back ass dope track
Check this out, we straight kirrin' mother fuckas this year
So you can take it how you want to you know what i'm sayin'
You better run bitch!