| I'm out here hustlin' tryna get mine, but imagine | |
| You know what? | |
| I mean, society treat me like | |
| I'm a insectwhere | |
| I'm from? | |
| You know what | |
| I'm sayin? | |
| Mama wasn't there, | |
| Papa wasn't there, | |
| I had to get out | |
| Ha Hathere 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 navigator3rd 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 upNow 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 |
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