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Big Ed lyrics : Uh Oh lyrics
Uh Oh |
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[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. [Big Ed Uh Oh on http://www.lyricshunt.com/] |
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