[Intro: Master P]
I don't know where I'm going to
But selling dope is the only thing I know how to do
Damn, ****, you can't handle that dank?
Time tonight
[Verse 1: Master P]
I'm deep up in the game, I can't sleep at night
And mama prayin' because she know her boy ain't livin' right
And when I die, they say I'm goin' out by the gunsmoke
'Cause I refuse to be broke up in this ghetto
See, I be trippin' on life 'cause life's a damn trip
And when I leave the house, you know I'm carryin' a extra clip
See in the 90's, things are gon', gon' change
I never thought I'd grow up to be the dope mane
But in reality, I guess I damn lost it all
'Cause just the other day, I put my brother's name on the wall
Rest in peace, yeah, they done killed him, G
I know one day somebody gon' to try to kill the P
And if they do, I guess it was my time to go
But if they miss, you'll be readin' about some dead folks
In other words, can you feel me?
And if you from my hood, you know the ghetto's tryna kill me
[Chorus: Master P]
The ghetto's tryna kill me
They might send me to the pen, but doin' time, that don't scare me
The ghetto's tryna kill me
They might send me to the pen, but doin' time, that don't scare me
I don't know where I'm going to
But selling dope is the only thing I know how to do
Damn, ****, you can't handle that dank?
Time tonight
[Verse 1: Master P]
I'm deep up in the game, I can't sleep at night
And mama prayin' because she know her boy ain't livin' right
And when I die, they say I'm goin' out by the gunsmoke
'Cause I refuse to be broke up in this ghetto
See, I be trippin' on life 'cause life's a damn trip
And when I leave the house, you know I'm carryin' a extra clip
See in the 90's, things are gon', gon' change
I never thought I'd grow up to be the dope mane
But in reality, I guess I damn lost it all
'Cause just the other day, I put my brother's name on the wall
Rest in peace, yeah, they done killed him, G
I know one day somebody gon' to try to kill the P
And if they do, I guess it was my time to go
But if they miss, you'll be readin' about some dead folks
In other words, can you feel me?
And if you from my hood, you know the ghetto's tryna kill me
[Chorus: Master P]
The ghetto's tryna kill me
They might send me to the pen, but doin' time, that don't scare me
The ghetto's tryna kill me
They might send me to the pen, but doin' time, that don't scare me
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