[Master P Talking]
  You know what?
  I mean, society treat me like I'm a insect
  I'm out here hustlin' tryna get mine, but imagine
  where I'm from? You know what I'm sayin?
  Mama wasn't there, Papa wasn't there, I had to get out
  there and get it how I live. ya heard me?
  Ha Ha
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  Mama gone, Daddy wasn't home
  Collard greens and grits, we was slangin on the farm
    [Master P]
  We live that thug life, I mean that drug life
  Cop somethin, flip it whodi, I mean I'm alright
  I got my own paper, I learned to shake a hater
  I'm high tech, got computers in the navigator
  And I be droppin keys, lil whodi, smokin weed
  You need somethin, holla atcha boy, whatcha need
  You know I'm ballin, shot callin
  3rd ward Calliope, whodi, it's New Orleans
  City of that china white, I got my game tight
  One up in the chamber, slang that iron, you know I don't fight
  Big Tyme hitta mane, I got the skrilla mane
  Step on my toes whodi, and I'ma killa mane
  Represent that Boot Camp, don't take no food stamps
  Catch you slippin at night, and leave yo head damp
  Cause I'ma tall hitta, and ya'll some small hittas
  You know you played wit fire, now you gone fall hitta
    [chorus]
    [Master P]
  Call me two pistols, I make that chrome whistle
  I'm like Paul Hardy, I'm in yo bone gristle
  I'm not a doctor, Professional blocker
  I see a Vic in the hood, I short stop ya
  Now get the car whodi, it's time to gas up
  Grab me a 'K, I handle my business and I mask up
  I'm on the run mane, It aint no fun mane
  Tryna change my life but I'm back, to doin the same thang
  Penitentiary bounded, but well grounded
  Seven years later, I'm smilin and ya'll frownin
    [chorus until end]