, trying to live that ghetto life This ghetto life got us hustlin' and scufflin' I said, penitentiary chances keep us thuggin' and muggin' I said, this ghetto life
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a thing Master P: I live my life homie, but not for greed Picture young sistes and brothers planting their ghetto seeds Ain't nothing promised in this ghetto
' the life I live Gamblin' hustlin' takin' care of the kids Can't stop now, my niggas doin' a bit Get money son and invest that shit [Master P & (Slay
's get high it's them niggas you most desire I could remember from way back in the day Coming up out of the ghetto was a hell of a struggle For selling
life So, I approach him, and I pause Look, man, I really don't wanna brawl But won't you chill before them laws come messin' up this master plan? Since
they denim Man you fuckin' with a stash raper, duct taper Fuck you police and fuck neighbors Move to smooth, don't duck or try to shake us 2 P 8 9 ruge
, it's kind of breezy With a tank on my neck that just might freeze me I'm scared of a Viper, she'd like to see that [Master P] You ever ate a cheeseburger
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(to a life in which I understand) (where you at yall?) so take me home (to my old school down in delray) (summer time) cmon and take me home (delray) mike p
we sticking like leaves on some doja elbow to elbow, shoulder to shoulder holla God S.P.V. and Louderdale, we hot to death ride or die STH. MEM. Life
motherfucker [Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P] [Young Bleed] Niggaz holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care [Master P]
' death to my people, commitin the ultimate evil robbin' and killin' my own kind, Lord forgive me blinded by this life of crime, God somebody hear me since the death of my momma, my life
!! I guess I'm in too deep, fuck cullas, I'm riddin over low term beef Chorus 2X Gang bangin, huh, Cube nigga wassup, W.C., Mack 10, Master P Gang bangin
and talking 'bout a motherfucking change This is for my thug niggaz (chorus x6) This is for my homies and my thug niggaz (uuuuugh) verse 2 (Master P
Master P (talking): Can't never! Can't NEVER! Nigga, I'm delivering the mail! Platinum! (Deliverin' the mail!) Ghetto postage. To every soldier and soldierette in the ghetto
4 star major general Mamma work and come out about I ride wit No Limit soldiers, yes we checkin' wit' the Colonel Master P He be the Ghetto Dad Paper
