Big Ed, Mystikal, Fiend - Uh Oh lyrics

Big Ed, Fiend, Mystikal
You all get in, get the motherfuckin money
And if anybody moves, huh, buck em

It's a 211, don't make it a 187
It's a 211, don't make it a 187
It's a 211, don't make it a 187
It's a 211, don't make it a 187

Where they at, where they at, get the gat
Get the gat
Where they at, where they at, get the gat
Get the gat
Where they at, where they at, get the gat
Get the gat
Where they at, where they at, get the gat

When Mystikal hit's the door it go
(door squeak) fifty cent they goin get?
I got the things on fire let em burn
Kill everybody plus the women and the churn
Nigga huh, nigga what you goin learn
Where I'm a put you bitch
You ain't goin return
Get it straight like your hair when you perm
I'm a streak like comin from my sperm
I hope it stick like a motherfuckin fern
Bitch I make ten times what you earn
And for all you bitches concerned
A 211, a 187 goin be confirmed

It's a 211, don't make it a 187
It's a 211, don't make it a 187
It's a 211, don't make it a 187
It's a 211, don't make it a 187

Womp womp, womp womp
Way I feel with these twin Glocks
Goin up when the pin drops
And all you fat hogs
Chop down it's a thin cop
Or feel hot, you meet my richer nigga taker
With balls on my caper and find
Her if you gotta maker
Braker, two one one, with my two new guns
Love to see you run, I just use your come
Gun cooked, unhooked for tryin to reach
Including my strap so I unleash the beast
I dare you preach, you got way more then me
And it's just somethin I
Couldn't ignore you see better up somethin
Or me and my shottie goin buck up somethin
Snuff somethin, and then night
And slowly cut somethin

It's a 211, don't make it a 187
It's a 211, don't make it a 187
It's a 211, don't make it a 187
It's a 211, don't make it a 187

P point out the house
Watch me run up in this bitch
Nigga come out that rug
Don't make me bust your shit
Nigga dust your shit
Hit em with cocain and dope
And after all of my shows
I'm gettin head from hoes
Hypnotized by the way that stripper blast
She shoots me deep in a trance
But look in my TRU shit fast
Or I'm ready to ass
Don't you make a motherfuckin sound
My pistol is pionted right between your frown
Nigga get down on the fuckin ground
With my kids gotta eat rob everybody around
Pull akickdoe (boom) , breakin niggas off
Shit get shady when decks em
With the sawed off

It's a 211, don't make it a 187
It's a 211, don't make it a 187
It's a 211, don't make it a 187
It's a 211, don't make it a 187 uh oh!
See, we can do this
The motherfuckin right way
Just give me the motherfuckin money
Nobody moves, nobody hurt that's it!
Bitch, don't fuckin move
Now look what you made me do