| Lyrics: | [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
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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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