
Love Hate Master P (Ft. Halleluyah)
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[Intro]
Only thing I could tell y'all, it ain't like what you think
I'll never speak on my people
[Chorus 4X: Master P]
Same thing make you laugh'll make you cry
They claim that they love you then they hate you at the same time
[Master P]
It's a shame mayne, I can't change mayne
They'd rather see me on the block catch two to the brain mayne
I'm tryin to be here for my son to get bigger
And you ain't real 'less you got a gun and droppin a nigga mayne
I try to change my life, I try to do right
But I feel like a felon on my third strike
Cops pull me over, try to harass me
I seen the R. Kelly tape but these young girls nasty mayne
And the ghetto is infected with AIDS
I've done seen so many young black males on the pave'
Died with they eyes open, leave momma's heart broken
Got that dope in the hood, niggas still smokin
No education mayne, just inflation mayne
A bunch of ghetto people out here tryin to make it mayne
Niggas'll test you when they know you a killer
My people livin for the lottery man scratch 'em and peel 'em
Damn
Only thing I could tell y'all, it ain't like what you think
I'll never speak on my people
[Chorus 4X: Master P]
Same thing make you laugh'll make you cry
They claim that they love you then they hate you at the same time
[Master P]
It's a shame mayne, I can't change mayne
They'd rather see me on the block catch two to the brain mayne
I'm tryin to be here for my son to get bigger
And you ain't real 'less you got a gun and droppin a nigga mayne
I try to change my life, I try to do right
But I feel like a felon on my third strike
Cops pull me over, try to harass me
I seen the R. Kelly tape but these young girls nasty mayne
And the ghetto is infected with AIDS
I've done seen so many young black males on the pave'
Died with they eyes open, leave momma's heart broken
Got that dope in the hood, niggas still smokin
No education mayne, just inflation mayne
A bunch of ghetto people out here tryin to make it mayne
Niggas'll test you when they know you a killer
My people livin for the lottery man scratch 'em and peel 'em
Damn
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