Master P - The Farm Lyrics
[Master P Talking]You know what?I mean, society treat me like I'm a insectI'm out here hustlin' tryna get mine, but imaginewhere I'm from? You know what I'm sayin?Mama wasn't there, Papa wasn't there, I had to get outthere and get it how I live. ya heard me?Ha Ha[chorus]4xMama gone, Daddy wasn't homeCollard greens and grits, we was slangin on the farm[Master P]We live that thug life, I mean that drug lifeCop somethin, flip it whodi, I mean I'm alrightI got my own paper, I learned to shake a haterI'm high tech, got computers in the navigatorAnd I be droppin keys, lil whodi, smokin weedYou need somethin, holla atcha boy, whatcha needYou know I'm ballin, shot callin3rd ward Calliope, whodi, it's New OrleansCity of that china white, I got my game tightOne up in the chamber, slang that iron, you know I don't fightBig Tyme hitta mane, I got the skrilla maneStep on my toes whodi, and I'ma killa maneRepresent that Boot Camp, don't take no food stampsCatch you slippin at night, and leave yo head dampCause I'ma tall hitta, and ya'll some small hittasYou know you played wit fire, now you gone fall hitta[chorus][Master P]Call me two pistols, I make that chrome whistleI'm like Paul Hardy, I'm in yo bone gristleI'm not a doctor, Professional blockerI see a Vic in the hood, I short stop yaNow get the car whodi, it's time to gas upGrab me a 'K, I handle my business and I mask upI'm on the run mane, It aint no fun maneTryna change my life but I'm back, to doin the same thangPenitentiary bounded, but well groundedSeven years later, I'm smilin and ya'll frownin[chorus] until end
