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[Featuring Fiend, Mystikal]
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[Master P]
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Big Ed, Fiend, Mystikal.
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You all get in, get the motherfuckin money.
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And if anybody moves, huh, buck em.
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It's a 211, don't make it a 187
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It's a 211, don't make it a 187
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It's a 211, don't make it a 187
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It's a 211, don't make it a 187
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Where they at, where they at, get the gat, get the gat
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Where they at, where they at, get the gat, get the gat
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Where they at, where they at, get the gat, get the gat
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Where they at, where they at, get the gat
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[Mystikal]
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When Mystikal hits the door it go (door squeak)
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Fifty cent they goin get ????
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I got the things on fire let em burn
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Kill everybody plus the women and the churn
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Nigga huh, nigga what you goin learn
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Where I'm a put you bitch you aint goin return
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Get it straight like your hair when you perm
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I'm a streak like comin from my sperm
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I hope it stick like a motherfuckin fern
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Bitch I make ten times what you earn
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And for all you bitches concerned
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A 211, a 187 goin be confirmed
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[Master P]
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It's a 211, don't make it a 187
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It's a 211, don't make it a 187
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It's a 211, don't make it a 187
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It's a 211, don't make it a 187
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[Fiend]
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Womp womp, womp womp
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Way I feel with these twin glocks, goin up when the pin drops
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And all you fat hogs, chop down it's a thin cop
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Or feel hot, you meet my richer nigga taker
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With balls on my caper and find her if you gotta maker
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Braker, two one one, with my two new guns
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Love to see you run, I just use your come
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Gun cooked, unhooked for tryin to reach
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Including my strap so I unleash the beast
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I dare you preach, you got way more then me
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And it's just somethin I couldn't ignore you see
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Better up somethin, or me and my shottie goin buck up somethin
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Snuff somethin, and then night, and slowly cut somethin
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[Master P]
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It's a 211, don't make it a 187
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It's a 211, don't make it a 187
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It's a 211, don't make it a 187
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It's a 211, don't make it a 187
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[Big Ed]
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P point out the house, watch me run up in this bitch
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Nigga come out that rug, don't make me bust your shit
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Nigga dust your shit, hit em with cocain and dope
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And after all of my shows I'm gettin head from hoes
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Hypnotized by the way that stripper blast
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She shoots me deep in a trance
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But look in my TRU shit fast or I'm ready to ass
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Dont you make a motherfuckin sound
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My pistol is pionted right between your frown
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Nigga get down on the fuckin ground
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With my kids gotta eat rob everybody around
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Pull akickdoe (boom), breakin niggas off
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Shit get shady when decks em with the sawed off
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[Master P]
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It's a 211, don't make it a 187
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It's a 211, don't make it a 187
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It's a 211, don't make it a 187
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it's a 211, don't make it a 187
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Uh oh!
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See, we can do this the motherfuckin right way.
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Just give me the motherfuckin money.
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Nobody moves, nobody hurt.
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That's it!
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Bitch, don't fuckin move, now look what you made me do.
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Uh Oh
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| Big Ed |
