[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 aint 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