Big Ed - Uh Oh Lyrics
[master p]Big ed, fiend, mystikal.You all get in, get the mother*****in money.And if anybody moves, huh, buck em.Its a 211, dont make it a 187Its a 211, dont make it a 187Its a 211, dont make it a 187Its a 211, dont make it a 187Where they at, where they at, get the gat, get the gatWhere they at, where they at, get the gat, get the gatWhere they at, where they at, get the gat, get the gatWhere 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 burnKill everybody plus the women and the churnNigga huh, nigga what you goin learnWhere Im a put you ***** you aint goin returnGet it straight like your hair when you permIm a streak like comin from my spermI hope it stick like a mother*****in fern***** I make ten times what you earnAnd for all you *****es concernedA 211, a 187 goin be confirmed[master p]Its a 211, dont make it a 187Its a 211, dont make it a 187Its a 211, dont make it a 187Its a 211, dont make it a 187[fiend]Womp womp, womp wompWay I feel with these twin glocks, goin up when the pin dropsAnd all you fat hogs, chop down its a thin copOr feel hot, you meet my richer nigga takerWith balls on my caper and find her if you gotta makerBraker, two one one, with my two new gunsLove to see you run, I just use your comeGun cooked, unhooked for tryin to reachIncluding my strap so I unleash the beastI dare you preach, you got way more then meAnd its just somethin I couldnt ignore you seeBetter up somethin, or me and my shottie goin buck up somethinSnuff somethin, and then night, and slowly cut somethin[master p]Its a 211, dont make it a 187Its a 211, dont make it a 187Its a 211, dont make it a 187Its a 211, dont make it a 187[big ed]P point out the house, watch me run up in this *****Nigga come out that rug, dont make me bust your shitNigga dust your shit, hit em with cocain and dopeAnd after all of my shows Im gettin head from hoesHypnotized by the way that stripper blastShe shoots me deep in a tranceBut look in my tru shit fast or Im ready to assDont you make a mother*****in soundMy pistol is pionted right between your frownNigga get down on the *****in groundWith my kids gotta eat rob everybody aroundPull akickdoe (boom), breakin niggas offShit get shady when decks em with the sawed off[master p]Its a 211, dont make it a 187Its a 211, dont make it a 187Its a 211, dont make it a 187Its a 211, dont make it a 187Uh oh!See, we can do this the mother*****in right way.Just give me the mother*****in money.Nobody moves, nobody hurt.Thats it!*****, dont *****in move, now look what you made me do.
