Chorus: [Master P] I m going through some thangs These bitch ass niggas got me goin through some thangs.
I m going through some thangs I m going through some thangs These bitch ass niggas got me goin through some thangs.
Verse 2: [Master P] I close my eyes
I can t sleep
I visualize death I seen my little homie get smoked like a cigarette and these G s on the streets
enemies
they ll take your life for a hundred C s I mean a hundred dollars or less the game gets so wicked that I wear a bulletproof vest and now I m grown
and they wonder why I m crazy Imagine feedin tablets and beer to a baby Never had a chance when I was 5 nigga took me in the car
took me on the ghetto ride Cruisin through streets that I ve never seen pull the clip off a 30 round magazine Taught me how to deal with a triple beam and ever since then I ve been servin dope fiends I got the game in the bag that s so big nigga see my nuts it s like two figs swoll to the fullest
in my heart to my vein
pumpk nickel plated bullets and this ghetto got me stressed (stressed)
cuz niggas that you know ( bitches) will rob you blind & leave you to rest.
Chorus: [Master P} I m going through some thangs These bitches and these niggas got me goin through some thangs I m going through some thangs I m going through some thangs These bitches and these niggas got me goin through some thangs I m going through some thangs I m going through some thangs These bitches and these niggas got me goin through some thangs Verse 2: [Big Ed] I hit that nigga with a AR-15
do it clean back up in the lex
bumpin Mia
with my mug mean Bulletproof vest
Smith & Wess for enemies in steppin in my direction I m gonna teach these niggas a lesson.
Flexin like an Anaconda
I m stuffed like bombers Hit ya step and get wet
then duck my doorway teck.
I holds my own like I m pissin beef with us is death wishing
I put to work because they didn t listen They tryed to set me up
why did they push me? Hook me up in the town with the killer rap me up between the sheets nigga bust out the closet
but my 9 made em dead meat.
I shot the hoe who set me up I m drivin off mad because the niggas threw off my nut I m going through a thang
ain t no thang though cause before I left
I hit the set & took all the dope Chorus: [Master P} I m going thorugh some thangs I m going through some thangs These bitches and these niggas got me goin through some thangs I m going through some thangs I m going through some thangs These bitches and these niggas got me goin through some thangs (Mr.
Serv-On) So if it seem
point the beam Since a youngster,these niggas pushed my cemetery dream Lean my body if they could
and wished ya die
I wished ya coward mother ers would Everyday
I thank god for my baby
she fall asleep on my chest but if her momma catch her callin me daddy
she whoop that ass I m not scared to blast
why my momma wish she never had me? She know these streets got me crazy I m hittin my momma for some pocket change
to stay one step ahead all these niggas in the game My daddy
gangsterism pumpin d up in my vein.
Should I kill a nigga for respect
or should I let him go? and if I do
someone please close my eyes when I m layin bleedin on the floor That s why I never trust a bitch cause now a days these bitches carry an extra clip Ready to knock ya head off for that paper always down for a caper
Mr.
S-E-R-V I m going through some thangs
lord help me Chorus: [Master P} I m going through some thangs I m going through some thangs These bitches and these niggas got me goin through some thangs I m going through some thangs I m going through some thangs These bitches and these niggas got me goin through some thangs [Master P talks] Going through somethangs
ya heard me? I done made it out the ghetto and every nigga that I know
that still there Think I owe them somthing and every mother in nigga that was down with me or wanted to be
wanna be just like me They think I owe them something Every bitch I stopped ing with
thank I owe them something Know what I m sayin ? Nigga can t even ride in his mother in car Nigga can t even walk though the streets without a mother er thinkin a nigga who think he owe him some I got mine
and you can get yours Mother ers in my family
they think a nigga just got boo-coo money
just a blown on them
just to give to a mother er that don t wanna do nothing for theyselves mother er Be a real mother er
be a TRU nigga
get ya own Damn
can t even mourn the dead anymore without mother ers thinking if you a big nigga in the hood you must be stickin prices on other niggas heads But I m bigger than that nigga I got family in the Caliope
the Magnolia
and the Saint Bernard nigga

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