Uh Oh Lyrics & Chords By Big Ed

[master p]
Big ed, fiend, mystikal.
You all get in, get the motherf**kin 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 motherf**kin 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 motherf**kin sound
My pistol is pionted right between your frown
Nigga get down on the f**kin 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 motherf**kin right way.
Just give me the motherf**kin money.
Nobody moves, nobody hurt.
That's it!
Bitch, don't f**kin move, now look what you made me do.