Shocker

[master p]
Mother fucking m - r - period
Mr. master p
Mr. no limit records
Cause we selling shit out the walls
My nigga silkk
Ya'll gonna call him
Mr. silkk the shocker
After this mother fucking shit
Ya'll better believe that
Mr.
Mother fucking m - r - period
Don't call that nigga shit

[silkk the shocker]
Check this out

[master p]
Yah heard me?

[silkk the shocker]
Mr. lady-hitter
Mr. hit the momma and the baby sister
Mr. creep to the house while you out and hit the baby-sitter
What?
You don't wanna mess with me
Mr. like jaw-shaker
Mr. always been bad
Mr. always wanna tag
Mr. like umm law-breaker
Mr. sneak on up
Or should i say
Mr. like rob a nigga
Mr. no limit affiliated
Or should i say
Mr. like mob figure
Mr. like trigger happy
Or should i say
Mr. like gun powder
Mr. i don't love them hoes
Mr. i be finished in like 1 hour
Mr. always wear a condom
Or should i say
Mr. like latex
Never go bare
I don't care
Mr. call me like safe sex
Mr. silkk
Or should i say
Mr. i'ma shock the world
If you can't find your old lady
Mr. i got your girl
Mr. versache wear
Mr. i got you there
Mr. infared
Where ever the dot go
Mr. i'm gonna pop you there
Mr., mr., mr. who i be
If you can't call me mr.
Don't call me!

[chorus x3]
Mr.
Call me what the fuck you want
Mr.
As long as you got mr. in front

See i be quick with them hands
So you can call me
Mr. handy man
My brother
Mr. ice cream
You can call me
Mr. candy man
Mr. money maker
Mr. honey taker
Mr. funeral director
Turn a nigga off
Mr. under taker
Mr. i got em cheap
So you can call me
Mr. wholesale
Mr. its the for sure sale
Got girls from california like oakdale
You might see me here
You might see me there
But i be in like two places
I be mugging
I be smiling
Mr. like two faces
I got a house thats white
And d.c. ain't my resident
It's like i run the whole world
So i don't know why you call
Mr. president
Mr. like cocaine
Mr. key but never dope
Mr. if i had a drugstore be a pharmacist on the block
Mr. dopeman
Mr. like glock hood
If i was army
Mr. tops off
To my block
Mr. black hole
Mr. if you ain't got my money
Mr. shop closed

[chorus x3]

Bitch i ain't no boy man
I don't play with toys man
Unless you wanna count this ap 9 sitting up in my draws man
Take a pause man
Bitch i'm all man
How you know that shit nigga?
Ask your girl
Last night i was up in them draws man
Mr. like tough that
Mr. like rough neck
Mr. break head boards fool
Mr. like rough sex
Mr. like 2 for 20
Mr. like st. ides downer
If your sac ain't fat fool
Mr. i'm gonna straight up clown ya
Mr. lexus
Mr. diamond ring and necklace
Mr. hoopties and wreckless
Mr. like bone
Bigger than texas
Never no mr. peace keeper
Move like the mr. grimreaper
When i come looking for you
Mr. heat seeker
And when i find you
Mr. street sweeper
What?
And when you see me
You best not be tripping
You bet it be silkk
Or you best call me like mr.

[chorus x2]

[silkk the shocker]
Mr., mr., mr. ha ha ha (repeat until fade)

[silkk the shocker]
Some shit jumpped off about 12 o'clock
I was like
Post on the block
Open up shop
Try to get away from the cops
To get some rocks
Some nig came through in a cutlass
Mugging this
Throwing up signs and riding slow
Fuck this
I'ma leave that nigga stanking
What the fuck could he be thinking
I'ma leave them eyes closed before he blinking
187 thats what i be after
Chop em up and halfs like fractions
Nigga master murderer
Killing niggas all if i gots ta
Breaks them off propa
With choppas
And popsta
First nigga i see that resemble the driver of that cutlass
I'ma come with a gat
Hit em in the back
And be like what bitch
Hits em where it hurts
Kick up more dust than dirt
Nigga fuck its on when i catch em
It's time to ride
Bust em
Fuck em

[chorus]
It's time to ride
Who's gonna ride

Y'all niggaz ready for this silkk the shocker shit?
(y'all niggaz out there bangin) switch! (claimin red and blue)
Y'all niggaz bout it? nigga be a leader not a follower
(my muthafuckin tru tatoo) uuunnnggghhh!

Chorus (2x): murder, murder, murder, murder
187, cause i don't give a fuck

[silkk]
Well, it's time to ride, slide
Them niggaz that fucked up, they lucked up
Seen them niggaz rollin in they cutlass
I'm about act bad, no doubt, i'm a go in they house
And if they home, i'm a blast, take them niggaz out
Cause we be bout drama, no fuck that, we bout killin
Drama, fuck all that, stay real when it's time to peel
Caps, no doubt, hah i check the house
Cause i ain't gon be satisfied till all ya'll stressed out
That's a fuckin shame, i ain't gon be satisfied til i see blood, nigga
What you think we was doin before we was rappin, we was drug dealers
You think i'm a let this shit slide cause i done got fame
Fuck the name, i can't have shit in this fuckin game
Without niggaz tryin to test nuts, tryin to act bad
I'm a fuck you nigga
You gon have a closed casket and i'm gon crack yo mask
You talkin shit, but, bitch, it's goin down
See i was locked up for a second, but now i'm home now
It's time for niggaz to get checked, they done pushed me to the limit
I was a cool nigga, but now, it's only the beginnin
It's time to ride, when it's time to slide, you die
No doubt about it, act bad, let's put that on the vibes

Chorus (2x)

[master p]
Mr. wicked, i be comin hard, just like a hurricane
Choo-choo, shootin brains, killin mr. murder, mad
Hustla, balla, mr. fuckin do-a-reporter
Don't give a fuck about a bitch or a balla
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me mr. non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down south hustla, west coast ruler
3rd ward villian, i'm in the killin
They ban my videos from tv, they say they drug dealin
Ice cream slangin,
And if the radio don't play this gangsta shit, what are they thinkin?
They could stop, a nigga from comin up
They could stop a young nigga from makin big bucks
Independent, and black owned
But still got more money than al capone
Y'all niggaz can't stop a killa,
A murder, a hustla, fuck it, a drug deala
But if they shoot, did up with police
Ready to run dope from here to the middle east
And call me mr. paul
Cause i be smokin muthafuckas like steven seagal
Mr. killa, the ghetto kadofy
And 187 on any nigga that try to stop me

Chorus (2x)

[big ed]
Niggaz, they want to start some stack
But if they stack then let it be started
And at your funeral, i want to here em say dearly departed
Because i got it on my mind and on my mind i got's it
When i pop ya with this heart rock
Make your heart stop cause i'm bout it
Jack you like a new jersey drive
My niggaz are always down for that who ride, i ride
Creep with these killas on our tippy tippy toes
See the barrel knows where the bullet go
And then we smash off in that 4 by 4
See we rolled on ya set and then bucked
A bunch of niggaz fallen and they can't get up
You wants to fuck with this tru click and get ya khakis creased
Get your shirt pressed and the bullets rip through yo chest
Tru niggaz don't fall, fool, we to busy flossin
It might be your ho we tossin
Step to us and we make ya hits like michael jackson
Cause every nigga in my crew is bout it and we packin

Chorus (2x)

Ha ha. now y'all know. we run the muthafuckin streets.
No limit. true to the game. silkk the shocker.
This shit go out to all y'all gangsta niggaz and gangsta bitches
(soldiers) from richmond (atlanta) down south (alabama)
To the east coast (to the west coast)
To motherfuckin kentucky, missouri (to florida) to dallas (houston)
To new orleans (austin, texas) to muthafuckin miami (d.c.) to
Cinnicinnati (ohio) to d.c. (north carolina, south carolina) fuckin
Baton rouge (oklahoma) mississippi (kansas city) lafayette (georgia,
Seattle, washington) detroit (omaha, nebraska) chicago (phoenix)
To all y'all muthafuckin ghetto (alberquerque) gangsta (indiana) real
Niggaz and bitches (all y'all niggaz that's locked up) everywhere.
Murder, murder, murder, murder. ha ha.
But y'all niggaz betta watch y'all ass
(watch y'all ass) so y'all won't get caught up in motherfuckin 187
(a 187)
Cause every nigga i know is bout it (bout it!)
Nigga that mean don't trust nobody (these niggaz rowdy)
Cause the sreets is real. believe that.

[verse 1]
Give me that nine, that clip
Ain't no talking to my 9, `cause bitch i'm bout to sop you up
Twist the cap back, put one up in the chamber
Your life in danger, i'm busting caps upon a total stranger
Better believe i be creeping
Detectives wonder how i hit your house and the rest of the block,
They still sleeping
Straps all in your window, puffing up on some endo
Surprise, surpise, nigga look at what you in for

[chorus]
Only if my 9 could talk
Only if my 9 could talk
Don't, don't, don't leave no witnesses to this homicide
O-o-o only if my 9 could talk
Only if my 9 could talk
Don't, don't, don't leave no witnesses to this homicide

[verse 2]
Now imagine me slipping up on my murder gloves
Now imagine me got a 9 with a silencer and i'm in a bout it club
I want soda `cause niggas be snitching
I put blood up on his polo, gots him screaming like bitches
Now it's gonna be, kinda like, hard to see me
Disappear like a genie
When i reappear, nigga you see nothing but my beam
And i'm gonna hits that nigga for one mill
These shots i pop, he drops, and uh, that's like a done deal
You could consider that nigga a disaster area
Call his mom for a black dress
Consult his family members to be the pallbearers
You fucks with mine, i'ma leave that nigga shaking
Flatline, cpr, i don't think that nigga made it

[chorus]

[verse 3]
Some call it murder, i call it 1-87
Some call it robbery, bitch, i call it 2-11
See, hand me that duffle bag full of hot guns
First nigga runs up, guns up, that head gonna catch some hot ones
I run this shit like the white house
You like some white out
Tonight's the night, it's getting dark, bitch it's lights out
When i shoot, i'm never gonna miss
17 in my spot, 17 in my gloc, 17 niggas i'm gonna hit
I be a specialist like sharon stone
A bad boy like al capone
An assassin like sylvester stallone
Only if you could live, but you ain't
Only if my 9 could talk, but it can't

[chorus]

Don't leave no witnesses to this homicide

[repeat chorus]