211 Lyrics - 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 

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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 

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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