211 Lyrics by Master P

211 Lyrics

    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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