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Song title: Master P - Y'all Don't Know

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[master p]
Say brah
In this game called life
Its charces (choices), decisions, and consequences
I decided to change my life, for the better [ya heard me? ]
So anybody thats out there seeking conviction
Because of profanity in my music
Then you dont understand me or my people
See my music is about keepin it real
Its about the constant struggles that I been through in the ghetto
So caint (cant) no man or woman convey the sounds that I make..
It dont get no realer than this

[241] - singing while p speaks
Yall 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 weak
See I was born to be a g, thats 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 ima a hustler til Im dead
Fuckin 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 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, dont get fed up (fed up)
Sometime we do bad, but we all in it
You gotta learn to dream, cause theres no limit, ya heard me?

[241] - singing
Yall 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 suburbs
Im 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 its 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 its sad, I feel his pain, I feel his wants
To avoid bein locked up, theres dos and donts

Use your head little soldier, keep the coke out your system
That ? out your veins, that wont do away with the pain
Only prayers will get you through, aint no use to bein foolish
Aint got one life to live, so be careful how you use it

[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)
(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 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 aint no limit ya heard me? )