211

Master P

Hey P man 
remember that shit last year you was talking bout that 
bloody murder shit 
Won't you kick some more of that shit 

Verse 1 

Jumped out the Chev mean mugged at some sucker punks 
King flashed the gauge them hoes didn't want no pub 
So they smashed off hella quick 
Why them hoes was leaving me and Sonja C was plotting some gangster shit 
So put this nine up in your bra strap 
And when we get inside this liquor 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 talking that fucking Japanese 
Understand its a jack give up the cash or you'll 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'll be some fucking more shit 
Sonya C grab the tape cause we ain't leaving no fucking evidence 
The next day the paper reads no leads 

Sonya C: 
Just a bunch of dead motherfucking Japanese 
Master P: 
Jumped in the car and backed to the rich 
Bonnie and Clyde or should I say gangsta shit 

(Chorus) 
A motherfucking 211 
We needed cash we robbed the liquor store 

Verse 2 

I'm getting chronicked out or should I say fucked up 
?? one g and its three of us 
I seen my face on the news and its time to chill 
But I can't cause I got too many fucking bills 
Grabbed my glock it only had three bullets trick 
But if I run out I ain't tripping I'll choke a bitch 
Walked in the corner liquor store with my 44 
Played it cool bought a snapple 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 
Blew out some chronic, showed no remorse 
Told them hoes get they ass on the figgety floor 
Snatched the cash and my pistol still smoking 
Left them hoes like the Raiders left Oakland 

(Chorus) 

Verse 3 

Cali g had the chronic without no zig zag 
Hold on partner I'm gone go get some fucking zags 
Now I'm off to the liquor 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 following me 
like I was gone steal some shit 
He was strapped so I had to think quick 
Put my 44 to the head of this bitch 
Drop your pistol or she's dead man 
Slowly put your hands up in the air 
lets play a little fucking game 
Simon say open the register hoe 
His bitch looked it good so I told her to suck my 44 
He got jealous tried to jump I hit him with the pump 
Put more cash in my pockets than Donald Trump 
And I'm off to the freeway real fast 
Got damn, forgot Cali's zig zags 

(Chorus) 

-Alright you inmate double o 652 
get your ass back in that cell boy 
-damn, now ya'll know crime do pay 
but you don't always get away
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