Master P: Y'all don't know

[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 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?)