Big Ed - Uh Oh lyrics

[Featuring Fiend, Mystikal] [Master P] Big Ed, Fiend, Mystikal. You all get in, get the motherf**in 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 [Mystikal] When Mystikal hits the door it go (door squeak) Fifty cent they goin get ???? I got the things on fire let em burn k** everybody plus the women and the churn n***a huh, n***a what you goin learn Where I'm a put you b**h you ain't goin return Get it straight like your hair when you perm I'm a streak like comin from my s**m I hope it stick like a motherf**in fern b**h I make ten times what you earn And for all you b**hes concerned A 211, a 187 goin be confirmed [Master P] 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 [Fiend] 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 n***a 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 [Master P] 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 [Big Ed] P point out the house, watch me run up in this b**h n***a come out that rug, don't make me bust your sh** n***a dust your sh**, hit em with c**ain 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 sh** fast or I'm ready to a** don't you make a motherf**in sound My pistol is pionted right between your frown n***a get down on the f**in ground With my kids gotta eat rob everybody around Pull akickdoe (boom), breakin n***as off sh** get shady when decks em with the sawed off [Master P] 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 motherf**in right way. Just give me the motherf**in money. Nobody moves, nobody hurt. That's it! b**h, don't f**in move, now look what you made me do.