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
That's why we call it ghetto love And I hope you know what you got You just don't know what you do to me And I hope you know what you got My thug love
limit to this ghetto love Even though i mighta' slangin' drugs You still showed me love That's why I'm here for ya', Boo But just remember (uuuhh) that gangstas need love
Chorus (2x): You just don't know what you do to me And I hope you know what you got Master P: I remember walking you from school and homies hate me
move to Jamaica Im sittin on wheels only Mayhem and Asia Young age also like Paul No offend plus they givin me the ball (Im ballin) [Hook: Master P] [Outro: Master P
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]
be so damn HOT? [Verse 1: Professor Griff] I'm the X-Minista, from the troop called P.E. Professor Griff in the flesh, sincerely Kickin' it off on a ghetto
Don King should promote talk shows It't the best thing in years to hit the TV 'Cause America's rowdy-rowdy like Master P Players everywhere love a good
: [feat. Master P] [Intro: Master P (Gucci Mane)] Ungghhhhh... Gucci! (Big Gucci) It's yo' time I'm a give you the blueprint Ain't nobody harder We
, don't love your enemy [Chorus] Enemies, enemy runnin from the G enemies, enemy, you're my enemy enemies, enemy, when will I see? enemies, enemy R.I.P
ya know or get slapped in the head without a ??? I do the booty shake with my daugther sam cause she's the one with the master plan I got much love for
: (feat. Streetlife) [multiple gunshots] [Intro: Inspectah Deck] Yo, when we do this, we do it for real We do it for the love, we do it for the money
it I have this nigga's ass six feet deep and them Junior Nike's stranded Landed off a ghetto bird, I hit the hood Give me love, nigga what's the word?
love nobody) P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face (Mum mum mum mah) P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face (Mum mum mum mah) P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
I can be richer than Master P sellin 'Ghetto D' [Chorus: Mack 10] We Ghetto, fabulous Money make the world go round so let's handle this Ghetto, fabulous
misbehave Give it to 'em Dogg Whattup DMX? WOOF! Master P? UNNNGHH! Dr. Dre {*chronic inhaled sound*} My nephew Scott on the beat Illy Philly-delphia {*sounding like a P
know about So everybody in the world, welcome to the muthafuckin dogg house [Chorus x 2] [Master P] UGGHHHH, picture me ballin' (ballin'); 3rd world hustler out the ghetto
