Übersetzung: Master P. Life I Live.
son and invest that shit [Master P & (Slay Sean)] P nearly home, I'm on a new level, new zone No Limit Communications, whodi I'm slangin' phones (I
speech and always gettin' paid! [Chorus:] Living in America! Living in America! (All the time, station to station) Living in America! (Here to here, across the nation) Living
Psalms (I see you Mase) And I can see B.I. rockin the Sean John (let's go Big) Yeah right, this is what "Life's After's" like B.I. Frank White, your "
B-I-G I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South Packed up
stick around And I believe in what you see And while you're waitin' Thinkin' everything's gonna be okay I've got him, I've got him right here with me Chorus I
from me) Toilet water splashes me right in the ass when I'm spittin cause I'm always shittin when I'm rappin like Master P (UNNNGGGGH!) Got a blowjob
shit is stupid...I knew it I take a beat and loop it...i take a beat and troop it What the fuck did that mean...I dont know but i got phat jeans on And
I made two thundred thousand today I feel like throwin up Gucci [Chorus: Gucci Mane] I got Hummer trucks, pullin up, but I'm buyin other trucks Master P
jj boys (everybody) I stole to eat (i stole) I stole to live (i stole) I stole only to survive (if yous a hoodlum) just like j said in 'ghetto zone' I
soon as I've just begun *echo* [Chorus] [Streetlife] Strictly, Streetlife, I never play a fan of the fame Just build on my name, and master the slang I
And that's why I stand on every stage and kick that verse Like it the first and last time I'll ever say it I'm nothing if I'm not dedicated Every win
hard like Dikembe Mutombo. Soulja number one but I ain't talkin bout the combo SOD boss yea I'm the head hun-cho. Walk inside the club I need V.I.P pronto
loc, guest list terror clothes in jeans and tennis shoes, breakin your strict dress codes Spit lyrical bricks, thirteen deep so I can be richer than Master P
Soulja number one but I ain't talkin bout the combo. S.O.D. boss (yeah) I'm the head hon-cho. Walk inside the club, I need V.I.P [Chorus:] Pronto, Pronto
I might get blasted on So I'm gone mash on home but on the way I see some of my enemies And they tripping on me Cause I fuck with Master P But I;m heated
way No way (No) Nowhere to turn. There's no way out. P. Diddy: I'm ready to call it quits from all this shit. Even resign from the niggaz I been balling with I
song (I see you Mase) And I can see B.I. rockin the Sean John (let's go Big) Yeah right, this is what "Life's After's" like B.I. Frank White, your "Bad