[Master P Talking] You know what? I meansociety treat me like I m a insect I m out here hustlin tryna get minebut imagine where I m from? You know what I m sayin? Mama wasn t therePapa wasn t thereI had to get out there and get it how I live.
ya heard me? Ha Ha [chorus 4x] Mama goneDaddy wasn t home Collard greens and gritswe was slangin on the farm [Master P] We live that thug lifeI mean that drug life Cop somethinflip it whodiI mean I m alright I got my own paperI learned to shake a hater I m high techgot computers in the navigator And I be droppin keyslil whodismokin weed You need somethinholla atcha boywhatcha need You know I m ballinshot callin 3rd ward Calliopewhodiit s New Orleans City of that china whiteI got my game tight One up in the chamberslang that ironyou know I don t fight Big Tyme hitta maneI got the skrilla mane Step on my toes whodiand I ma killa mane Represent that Boot Campdon t take no food stamps Catch you slippin at nightand leave yo head damp Cause I ma tall hittaand ya ll some small hittas You know you played wit firenow you gone fall hitta [chorus] [Master P] Call me two pistolsI make that chrome whistle I m like Paul HardyI m in yo bone gristle I m not a doctorProfessional blocker I see a Vic in the hoodI short stop ya Now get the car whodiit s time to gas up Grab me a KI handle my business and I mask up I m on the run maneIt aint no fun mane Tryna change my life but I m backto doin the same thang Penitentiary boundedbut well grounded Seven years laterI m smilin and ya ll frownin [chorus until end] |
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