[Master P Talking]   I'm out here hustlin' tryna get mine, but imagine   You know what?   I mean, society treat me like I'm a insect   where I'm from? You know what I'm sayin?   Mama wasn't there, Papa wasn't there, I had to get out   Ha Ha      there and get it how I live. ya heard me?   [chorus]4x   Mama gone, Daddy wasn't home   We live that thug life, I mean that drug life   Collard greens and grits, we was slangin on the farm   [Master P]      Cop somethin, flip it whodi, I mean I'm alright   I got my own paper, I learned to shake a hater   And I be droppin keys, lil whodi, smokin weed   I'm high tech, got computers in the navigator   3rd ward Calliope, whodi, it's New Orleans   You know I'm ballin, shot callin   You need somethin, holla atcha boy, whatcha need   One up in the chamber, slang that iron, you know I don't fight   City of that china white, I got my game tight   Big Tyme hitta mane, I got the skrilla mane   Step on my toes whodi, and I'ma killa mane   Catch you slippin at night, and leave yo head damp   Represent that Boot Camp, don't take no food stamps   Cause I'ma tall hitta, and ya'll some small hittas   You know you played wit fire, now you gone fall hitta      [chorus]      [Master P]   I'm not a doctor, Professional blocker   I'm like Paul Hardy, I'm in yo bone gristle   Call me two pistols, I make that chrome whistle   I see a Vic in the hood, I short stop ya   Grab me a 'K, I handle my business and I mask up   Now get the car whodi, it's time to gas up   I'm on the run mane, It aint no fun mane   Tryna change my life but I'm back, to doin the same thang   Penitentiary bounded, but well grounded   Seven years later, I'm smilin and ya'll frownin      [chorus] until end