Master P - Y'all Don't Know Lyrics
[master p]Say brahIn this game called lifeIts charces (choices), decisions, and consequencesI decided to change my life, for the better [ya heard me? ]So anybody thats out there seeking convictionBecause of profanity in my musicThen you dont understand me or my peopleSee my music is about keepin it realIts about the constant struggles that I been through in the ghettoSo caint (cant) no man or woman convey the sounds that I make..It dont get no realer than this[241] - singing while p speaksYall dont know what we goin through (mo money mo problems)Yall dont know what they put us through (mo money mo problems)Yall dont know what we goin through (mo money mo problems)Yall dont know what they put us through[master p]Too many problems I cant sleep, you either strong or you weakSee I was born to be a g, thats why I learned to flip a keyFrom the cradle to the grave, you either a master or a slaveNow who wanna get paid? but ima a hustler til Im dead*****in wrong road but its the right route..Now picture me with the lights out!Who can I turn to when times hard?Trust in no nigga, put my faith in godCause penetentiaries, stayed packed (stay packed)Once you on the bus you might not come backTo my homies doin time, keep your head up (head up)And to my soldiers on the street, dont get fed up (fed up)Sometime we do bad, but we all in itYou gotta learn to dream, cause theres no limit, ya heard me?[241] - singingYall dont know what we goin through (mo money mo problems)Yall dont know what they put us through (mo money mo problems)Yall dont know what we goin through (mo money mo problems)Yall dont know what they put us through (mo money mo problems)[ghetto commission]Dont treat me like a disease, cause my skin darker than yers (yours)And my environment is hostile, nuttin like your suburbsIm from the ghetto, home of poverty - drugs and gunsWhere hustlers night life for funds but, makin crumbsIn the slums in the street, in the cold in the heatRest in peace and then deceased but we still strugglin while you sleepAnd the game never change its still the same since you passedWe get beat and harassed, whenever them blue lights flashTo the little homies in the hood, claimin wards and wearin ragsTryin to feel a part of a family he never hadAnd its sad, I feel his pain, I feel his wantsTo avoid bein locked up, theres dos and dontsUse your head little soldier, keep the coke out your systemThat ? out your veins, that wont do away with the painOnly prayers will get you through, aint no use to bein foolishAint got one life to live, so be careful how you use it[241] - singingYall dont know what we goin through (mo money mo problems)Yall dont know what they put us through (mo money mo problems)Yall dont know what we goin through (mo money mo problems)Yall dont know what they put us through (mo money mo problems)[master p]Haha.. the mo money you make, the mo problems you gon haveThe 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)(cant believe in nobody but God soldiers)There aint 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 childComin 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 ballinPicture the haters fallin though, uh-hehIt aint no limit ya heard me? )
