Uh Oh Lyrics - Big Ed

[master p] 

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 

[mystikal] 

When mystikal hits 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 

[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 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 

[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 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 

Dont 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 

[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 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.