[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 in 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 Where hustlers night life for funds but
makin crumbs in the slums in the street
in the cold in the heat Rest in peace and then deceased but we still strugglin while you sleep And the game never change it s still the same since you passed We get beat and harassed
whenever them blue lights flash To the little homies in the hood
claimin wards and wearin rags Tryin to feel a part of a family he never had And it s sad
I feel his pain
I feel his wants To avoid bein locked up
there s do s and don ts Use your head little soldier
keep the coke out your system that ? out your veins
that won t do away with the pain Only prayers will get you through
ain t no use to bein foolish Ain t got one life to live
so be careful how you use it [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) [Master P] Haha..
the mo money you make
the mo problems you gon have The mo people gon want
the mo they gon wanna take it from you (The mo they gon want to STEAL from you) So keep your eyes open (they might even kill you to get it) (Can t believe in nobody but God soldiers) There ain t No Limit
ya heard me? (Believe..
none of what you hear and half of what you see
huh) (Picture me ballin..
think they wanna see a ghetto child Comin out the Callio project
makin Forbes magazine
Fortune? Huh
think they wanna see
a ghetto kid like me
make it in the NBA? Huh
picture me ballin..
uh-huh
picture all of us ballin Picture the haters fallin though
uh-heh It ain t No Limit ya heard me?)

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