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Chorus: [Master P]
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I'm going through some thangs
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These bitch ass niggas got me goin' through some thangs.
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I'm going through some thangs
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I'm going through some thangs
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These bitch ass niggas got me goin' through some thangs.
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Verse 2: [Master P]
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I close my eyes, I can't sleep, I visualize death
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I seen my little homie get smoked like a cigarette
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and these G's on the streets, enemies,
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they'll take your life for a hundred C's
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I mean a hundred dollars or less
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the game gets so wicked that I wear a bulletproof vest
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and now I'm grown, and they wonder why I'm crazy
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Imagine feedin' tablets and beer to a baby
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Never had a chance when I was 5
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nigga took me in the car, took me on the ghetto ride
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Cruisin' through streets that I've never seen
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pull the clip off a 30 round magazine
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Taught me how to deal with a triple beam
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and ever since then I've been servin' dope fiends
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I got the game in the bag that's so big
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nigga see my nuts it's like two figs
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swoll to the fullest,
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in my heart to my vein, pumpk nickel plated bullets
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and this ghetto got me stressed (stressed),
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cuz niggas that you know ( bitches) will rob you blind & leave you to rest.
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Chorus: [Master P}
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I'm going through some thangs
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These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs
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I'm going through some thangs
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I'm going through some thangs
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These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs
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I'm going through some thangs
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I'm going through some thangs
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These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs
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Verse 2: [Big Ed]
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I hit that nigga with a AR-15, do it clean
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back up in the lex, bumpin' Mia, with my mug mean
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Bulletproof vest, Smith & Wess
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for enemies fuckin' steppin' in my direction
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I'm gonna teach these niggas a lesson.
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Flexin' like an Anaconda, I'm stuffed like bombers
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Hit ya step and get wet, then duck my doorway teck.
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I holds my own like I'm pissin'
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beef with us is death wishing, I put to work because they didn't listen
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They tryed to set me up, why did they push me?
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Hook me up in the town with the killer pussy
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rap me up between the sheets
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nigga bust out the closet, but my 9 made 'em dead meat.
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I shot the hoe who set me up
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I'm drivin' off mad because the niggas threw off my nut
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I'm going through a thang, ain't no thang though
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cause before I left, I hit the set & took all the dope
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Chorus: [Master P}
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I'm going thorugh some thangs
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I'm going through some thangs
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These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs
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I'm going through some thangs
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I'm going through some thangs
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These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs
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(Mr. Serv-On)
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So if it seem, point the beam
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Since a youngster,these niggas pushed my cemetery dream
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Lean my body if they could,
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and wished ya die, I wished ya coward motherfuckers would
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Everyday, I thank god for my baby, she fall asleep on my chest
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but if her momma catch her callin' me daddy, she whoop that ass
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I'm not scared to blast, why my momma wish she never had me?
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She know these streets got me crazy
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I'm hittin' my momma for some pocket change,
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to stay one step ahead all these niggas in the game
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My daddy, gangsterism pumpin' d up in my vein.
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Should I kill a nigga for respect, or should I let him go?
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and if I do, someone please close my eyes
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when I'm layin' bleedin' on the floor
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That's why I never trust a bitch
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cause now a days these bitches carry an extra clip
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Ready to knock ya head off for that paper
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always down for a caper,
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Mr. S-E-R-V
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I'm going through some thangs, lord help me
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Chorus: [Master P}
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I'm going through some thangs
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I'm going through some thangs
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These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs
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I'm going through some thangs
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I'm going through some thangs
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These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs
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[Master P talks]
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Going through somethangs, ya heard me?
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I done made it out the ghetto
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and every nigga that I know, that still there
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Think I owe them somthing
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and every motherfuckin' nigga that was down with me
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or wanted to be, wanna be just like me
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They think I owe them something
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Every bitch I stopped fucking with,
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thank I owe them something
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Know what I'm sayin'?
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Nigga can't even ride in his motherfuckin' car
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Nigga can't even walk though the streets
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without a motherfucker thinkin' a nigga who think he owe him some
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I got mine, and you can get yours
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Motherfuckers in my family,
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they think a nigga just got boo-coo money,
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just a blown on them, just to give to a motherfucker
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that don't wanna do nothing for theyselves motherfucker
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Be a real motherfucker, be a TRU nigga, get ya own
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Damn, can't even mourn the dead anymore
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without motherfuckers thinking if you a big nigga in the hood
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you must be stickin' prices on other niggas heads
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But I'm bigger than that nigga
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I got family in the Caliope, the Magnolia, and the Saint Bernard nigga
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Going Through Some Thangs
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| Master P f/ Big Ed, Mr. Serv-O |
