Chorus (4x): This ghetto got me crazy But there's more to life than bitches, weed and a Mercedes Master P: Jealous niggaz wanna see me dead, hoes
[Chorus x4] This ghetto got me crazy But there's more to life than bitches, weed and a Mercedes [Master P--Verse-1] Jealous niggaz wanna see me dead Hoes
Traduzione: Master P. Vita più 2.
years to hit the TV 'Cause America's rowdy-rowdy like Master P Players everywhere love a good talk show 'Cause the hoochies get naked like a 2 Live show
thug suppose You chose to love my nigga that you met in the Ville You gonna always love my dog even though he got killed (Chorus 2x's) (Master P) Smile
P, and I ain't came out of my pocket since See all these chicks, wanna get with me Because the 6 got more appliances, than Circuit City [Hook - 2x] [
a dealership, don't walk no more We wiling out, all day, all night Cus this is my life, my life, my life... [Hook]
and learn to say it Underdog for life, ain't commercial enough, to be the favorite I'm trife, I bite when you bark, so save it He has to be a Master P
kane Kool G, Rakim, combine into one frame We like the new mecca of immaculate rappers Vinnie Paz, call the ghouls, now we back with the clappers [Verse 2
my shit fat Rockin off this bugged track, you say we're wack yo fuck dat Word to life I kick the hyper type ? my rap'll gather after, my skills master
Is It Cool To Fuck, After That, I Stayed On The West Coast Streets, All Through The East Coast And West Coast Beef, Then I Went Down South With Master P
kill And jump off cliffs Some snitch But life's a fucking bitch Some niggas sniff And some go disp Some cats want dough And come on clicks Some rich But life
(feat. Master P, Mo B. Dick) Hey C-Murder who you hang with? Say little Kevin boy you know I only make moves with thugs nigga nigga nigga what make
caps to peel Verse 2: [master p] how many niggas wanna ride wit me? throw a party thug girls get wild wit me, its involved wit green nigga bother p,
I don't try to be different I am So inevitably my style will survive when your now turns to then El-P, vastly crapaphobic 3-2-1 Contact, never no more
Millich Lived with Fat Joe, in Ras Kass's corridor Who had a Crucial Conflict with this man next door On a Rampage, against this kung fu gang Sensei Master P
't smokin no more regular, Keep ya midgrain I don't think you know no better. They loving the trunk now they wanna hear more shit, I play it modest
-D been good to me You all I need You all I need You all I need You all I need [Verse 2:] I paved the way for indie labels Ask Master P and Birdman
