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