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master p - 211 lyrics
hey p man
remember that sh-t last year you was talking bout that
bl–dy murder sh-t
won’t you kick some more of that sh-t
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 h-lla quick
why them hoes was leaving me and sonja c was plotting some gangster sh-t
so put this nine up in your bra strap
and when we get inside this liquor store keep your eyes up on them j-ps
sonya c:
so get your hands up in the air trick
and break me off some cash cause sonya c’s a trigger happy b-tch
so don’t be talking that f-cking j-panese
understand it’s a jack give up the cash or you’ll be swish cheese
master p:
touch the b-tton and i’ma hurt you b-tch
why you had to and make p get his hands dirty trick
and that’ll be some f-cking more sh-t
sonya c grab the tape cause we ain’t leaving no f-cking evidence
the next day the paper reads no leads
sonya c:
just a bunch of dead motherf-cking j-panese
master p:
jumped in the car and backed to the rich
bonnie and clyde or should i say gangsta sh-t
(chorus)
a motherf-cking 211
we needed cash we robbed the liquor store
verse 2
i’m getting chronicked out or should i say f-cked up
?? one g and it’s three of us
i seen my face on the news and it’s time to chill
but i can’t cause i got too many f-cking bills
grabbed my glock it only had three bullets trick
but if i run out i ain’t tripping i’ll choke a b-tch
walked in the corner liquor store with my 44
played it cool bought a snapple man f-ck them hoes
he opened the register i tried to do his -ss
i ain’t tripping cause the p wasn’t wearing a mask
blew out some chronic, showed no remorse
told them hoes get they -ss on the figgety floor
sn-tched 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 f-cking 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 sh-t
but this arab started following me
like i was gone steal some sh-t
he was strapped so i had to think quick
put my 44 to the head of this b-tch
drop your pistol or she’s dead man
slowly put your hands up in the air
lets play a little f-cking game
simon say open the register hoe
his b-tch 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 d-mn, forgot cali’s zig zags
(chorus)
-alright you inmate double o 652
get your -ss back in that cell boy
-d-mn, now ya’ll know crime do pay
but you don’t always get away
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