[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
N***a, you tryna touch the alarm? Huh? Huh? (Oh, no, sir, no)

[Verse 1]
A 211 in progress
'Cause I'm the type of n***a 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, n***a
Gangsta lyrics that make my motherfuckin' pockets bigger
I roll around town four n***as 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 n***as 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 n***as wanna pump
I'm puttin' hits on n***as 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 n***a 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, n***as, 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' n***as 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