More 2 Life Lyrics
| Song | More 2 Life |
| Artist | Master P |
| Album | MP Da Last Don (Clean) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Master P | |
| Chorus (4x): | |
| This ghetto got me crazy | |
| But there's more to life than bitches, weed and a Mercedes | |
| Master P: | |
| Jealous niggaz wanna see me dead, hoes wanna steal my bread | |
| Only time will tell the truest shit I ever said | |
| Now I'm walking with the devil (With the devil) | |
| And they done banned my movies because a nigga from the ghetto | |
| No nominees from the Grammies | |
| But ask every nigga who bought Ghetto D do we sell whammies | |
| Tears in my eyes from these street pains | |
| That last time I seen my little brother was in a sheet man | |
| And the feds follow me like I'm slanging crack | |
| Wasting tax dollars cause I'm young, rich, famous and black | |
| Chorus (4x) | |
| Master P: | |
| Its a new slavery times done changed | |
| Took the shackles off our wrists and put 'em on our brains | |
| Got us killing up each other | |
| Crack babies in the hood with AIDS infected mothers | |
| Hypocrite preachers teaching the word | |
| And gave us shelters and rehab when dope hit the suburbs | |
| Watch Bill Gates buying islands | |
| See we from the ghetto where ain't nobody smiling | |
| Where the poor live hungry | |
| And penatentiaries packed sell t-shirts off my dead homies | |
| Chorus (2x) | |
| C-Murder: | |
| I'm still mad at the world 'cause I ain't got nothing to lose | |
| Alot of young cats out there I know wanna stand in my shoes | |
| I'm just a young thug nigga God helped me out with some paper | |
| Mothafuckas call me C-Murder 'cause they no I ain't no faker | |
| Duck and dodgin' penatentiaries and running from debt | |
| I ain't got nothing but No Limit so I'm a represent it 'til my last breath | |
| My tattoos represent my thoughts like a work of art | |
| My mama cried when she saw fear, my pain tatted cross my heart | |
| My enemies dropping like flies, nosy bitches wanna know why | |
| Just take the C off my name and you left with a homicide | |
| You see the ghetto made me crazy, but it also made me realize | |
| I thank God for my hard times keep ghetto ties make me hard to kill | |
| Chorus (4x) | |
| This ghetto got us crazy, but you know what | |
| There's more to life than bitches, weed and Mercedes | |
| This for all the ghetto stars out there | |
| Going through a thing | |
| All my homies in the penatentiary | |
| I feel y'all pain | |
| To all my dead homies that caught up in the ghetto | |
| Rest in peace (Kevin Miller, 2Pac, Biggie Smalls) | |
| To all my No Limit Soldiers | |
| The ghetto got us crazy, but we gotta overcome | |
| It's foolish, ya heard me | |
| Chorus |
| zuo ci : Master P | |
| Chorus 4x: | |
| This ghetto got me crazy | |
| But there' s more to life than bitches, weed and a Mercedes | |
| Master P: | |
| Jealous niggaz wanna see me dead, hoes wanna steal my bread | |
| Only time will tell the truest shit I ever said | |
| Now I' m walking with the devil With the devil | |
| And they done banned my movies because a nigga from the ghetto | |
| No nominees from the Grammies | |
| But ask every nigga who bought Ghetto D do we sell whammies | |
| Tears in my eyes from these street pains | |
| That last time I seen my little brother was in a sheet man | |
| And the feds follow me like I' m slanging crack | |
| Wasting tax dollars cause I' m young, rich, famous and black | |
| Chorus 4x | |
| Master P: | |
| Its a new slavery times done changed | |
| Took the shackles off our wrists and put ' em on our brains | |
| Got us killing up each other | |
| Crack babies in the hood with AIDS infected mothers | |
| Hypocrite preachers teaching the word | |
| And gave us shelters and rehab when dope hit the suburbs | |
| Watch Bill Gates buying islands | |
| See we from the ghetto where ain' t nobody smiling | |
| Where the poor live hungry | |
| And penatentiaries packed sell tshirts off my dead homies | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| CMurder: | |
| I' m still mad at the world ' cause I ain' t got nothing to lose | |
| Alot of young cats out there I know wanna stand in my shoes | |
| I' m just a young thug nigga God helped me out with some paper | |
| Mothafuckas call me CMurder ' cause they no I ain' t no faker | |
| Duck and dodgin' penatentiaries and running from debt | |
| I ain' t got nothing but No Limit so I' m a represent it ' til my last breath | |
| My tattoos represent my thoughts like a work of art | |
| My mama cried when she saw fear, my pain tatted cross my heart | |
| My enemies dropping like flies, nosy bitches wanna know why | |
| Just take the C off my name and you left with a homicide | |
| You see the ghetto made me crazy, but it also made me realize | |
| I thank God for my hard times keep ghetto ties make me hard to kill | |
| Chorus 4x | |
| This ghetto got us crazy, but you know what | |
| There' s more to life than bitches, weed and Mercedes | |
| This for all the ghetto stars out there | |
| Going through a thing | |
| All my homies in the penatentiary | |
| I feel y' all pain | |
| To all my dead homies that caught up in the ghetto | |
| Rest in peace Kevin Miller, 2Pac, Biggie Smalls | |
| To all my No Limit Soldiers | |
| The ghetto got us crazy, but we gotta overcome | |
| It' s foolish, ya heard me | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Master P | |
| Chorus 4x: | |
| This ghetto got me crazy | |
| But there' s more to life than bitches, weed and a Mercedes | |
| Master P: | |
| Jealous niggaz wanna see me dead, hoes wanna steal my bread | |
| Only time will tell the truest shit I ever said | |
| Now I' m walking with the devil With the devil | |
| And they done banned my movies because a nigga from the ghetto | |
| No nominees from the Grammies | |
| But ask every nigga who bought Ghetto D do we sell whammies | |
| Tears in my eyes from these street pains | |
| That last time I seen my little brother was in a sheet man | |
| And the feds follow me like I' m slanging crack | |
| Wasting tax dollars cause I' m young, rich, famous and black | |
| Chorus 4x | |
| Master P: | |
| Its a new slavery times done changed | |
| Took the shackles off our wrists and put ' em on our brains | |
| Got us killing up each other | |
| Crack babies in the hood with AIDS infected mothers | |
| Hypocrite preachers teaching the word | |
| And gave us shelters and rehab when dope hit the suburbs | |
| Watch Bill Gates buying islands | |
| See we from the ghetto where ain' t nobody smiling | |
| Where the poor live hungry | |
| And penatentiaries packed sell tshirts off my dead homies | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| CMurder: | |
| I' m still mad at the world ' cause I ain' t got nothing to lose | |
| Alot of young cats out there I know wanna stand in my shoes | |
| I' m just a young thug nigga God helped me out with some paper | |
| Mothafuckas call me CMurder ' cause they no I ain' t no faker | |
| Duck and dodgin' penatentiaries and running from debt | |
| I ain' t got nothing but No Limit so I' m a represent it ' til my last breath | |
| My tattoos represent my thoughts like a work of art | |
| My mama cried when she saw fear, my pain tatted cross my heart | |
| My enemies dropping like flies, nosy bitches wanna know why | |
| Just take the C off my name and you left with a homicide | |
| You see the ghetto made me crazy, but it also made me realize | |
| I thank God for my hard times keep ghetto ties make me hard to kill | |
| Chorus 4x | |
| This ghetto got us crazy, but you know what | |
| There' s more to life than bitches, weed and Mercedes | |
| This for all the ghetto stars out there | |
| Going through a thing | |
| All my homies in the penatentiary | |
| I feel y' all pain | |
| To all my dead homies that caught up in the ghetto | |
| Rest in peace Kevin Miller, 2Pac, Biggie Smalls | |
| To all my No Limit Soldiers | |
| The ghetto got us crazy, but we gotta overcome | |
| It' s foolish, ya heard me | |
| Chorus |
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