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[Master P
I'm out here hustlin' tryna get mine, but
You what?
I mean, society treat me I'm a insect
where I'm from? You what I'm sayin?
Mama there, Papa wasn't there, I had to get out
Ha Ha

there and get it how I live. ya me?

Mama gone, wasn't home
We live that thug life, I mean that drug
Collard greens and grits, we was on the farm
P]

Cop somethin, it whodi, I mean I'm alright
I got my own paper, I to shake a hater
And I be droppin keys, lil whodi, weed
I'm tech, got computers in the navigator
3rd ward Calliope, whodi, it's New
You know I'm ballin, shot
You need somethin, holla atcha boy, need
One up in the chamber, slang iron, you know I don't fight
City of that china white, I got my tight
Big Tyme hitta mane, I got the mane
Step on my whodi, and I'ma killa mane
Catch you slippin at night, and leave yo head
that Boot Camp, don't take no food stamps
Cause I'ma tall hitta, and some small hittas
You know you played wit fire, now you gone fall

P]
I'm not a doctor, blocker
I'm like Paul Hardy, I'm in yo gristle
Call me two pistols, I make that whistle
I see a Vic in the hood, I short ya
Grab me a 'K, I handle my business and I up
Now get the car whodi, time to gas up
I'm on the run mane, It aint no fun
Tryna my life but I'm back, to doin the same thang
bounded, but well grounded
Seven years later, I'm and ya'll frownin

until end