Ft. 241, Ghetto Commission [Master P] Say brah In this game called life It's charces (choices), decisions, and consequences I decided to change my life, for the better [ya heard me?] So anybody that's out there seeking conviction Because of profanity in my music Then you don't understand me or my people See my music is about keepin it real It's about the constant struggles that I been through in the ghetto So cain't (can't) no man or woman convey the sounds that I make.. It don't get no realer than this [241 - singing while P speaks] Y'all don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' problems) Y'all don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' problems) Y'all don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' problems) Y'all don't know what they put us through [Master P] Too many problems I can't sleep, you either strong or you weak See I was born to be a G, that's why I learned to flip a key From the cradle to the grave, you either a master or a slave Now who wanna get paid? But I'ma a hustler til I'm dead Fuckin wrong road but it's the right route.. Now picture me with the lights out! Who can I turn to when time's hard? Trust in no nigga, put my faith in God Cause penetentiarIES, stayed packed (stay packed) Once you on the bus you might not come back To my homies doin time, keep your head up (head up) And to my soldiers on the street, don't get fed up (fed up) Sometime we do bad, but we all in it You gotta learn to dream, cause there's No Limit, ya heard me? [241 - singing] Y'all don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' problems) Y'all don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' problems) Y'all don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' problems) Y'all don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' problems) [Ghetto Commission] Don't treat me like a disease, cause my skin darker than yers (yours) And my environment is hostile, nuttin like your suburbs I'm from the ghetto, home of poverty - drugs and guns
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