[Master P Talking] You know what? I mean, society treat me like I'm a insect I'm out here hustlin' tryna get mine, but imagine where I'm from? You know what I'm sayin? Mama wasn't there, Papa wasn't there, I had to get out there and get it how I live. ya heard me? Ha Ha
[chorus 4x] Mama gone, Daddy wasn't home Collard greens and grits, we was slangin on the farm
[Master P] We live that thug life, I mean that drug life Cop somethin, flip it whodi, I mean I'm alright I got my own paper, I learned to shake a hater I'm high tech, got computers in the navigator And I be droppin keys, lil whodi, smokin weed You need somethin, holla atcha boy, whatcha need You know I'm ballin, shot callin 3rd ward Calliope, whodi, it's New Orleans City of that china white, I got my game tight One up in the chamber, slang that iron, you know I don't fight Big Tyme hitta mane, I got the skrilla mane Step on my toes whodi, and I'ma killa mane Represent that Boot Camp, don't take no food stamps Catch you slippin at night, and leave yo head damp Cause I'ma tall hitta, and ya'll some small hittas You know you played wit fire, now you gone fall hitta
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[Master P] Call me two pistols, I make that chrome whistle I'm like Paul Hardy, I'm in yo bone gristle I'm not a doctor, Professional blocker I see a Vic in the hood, I short stop ya Now get the car whodi, it's time to gas up Grab me a 'K, I handle my business and I mask up I'm on the run mane, It aint no fun mane Tryna change my life but I'm back, to doin the same thang Penitentiary bounded, but well grounded Seven years later, I'm smilin and ya'll frownin
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