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[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
[chorus] until end
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