[Master P talking]
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Check this out
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When ain't nothin' else happenin'
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And ain't no more money
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The only nigga gon' be here for me, huh
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Is the nigga that made me, my mama
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Ya heard me?
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[Soulja Slim]
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I thank the Lord I got my mind right
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My lifestyle was drastic
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Tryin' to avoid the casket
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Don't want my son to be a bastard
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But y'all wouldn't know
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But I seen that a couple of times
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The Lord talked to me
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Told me put the foolishness behind
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It's not worth dying
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Tryin' to represent where ya come from
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Or makin' beef, because you feel like your that big G
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I went the same way, but today, I'm on a higher level
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I'm on a paper chase and runnin' behind it like a rebel
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I want it all
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So me and my mama can ball
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The only one that pushed me up, in my downfall
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And my pop, been in pennitentaries
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10 wasted years
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My mama wasted tears
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But she brought me up, by herself, without no help
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Used to catch whippings with a leather belt
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But that ain't stop nothin'
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I was a Soulja always into stuff
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Elementary school I'm cuttin'
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Gettin' caught wrote on the B roll
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Mama, come sign me out
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I don't like these phony people
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Down here to come sign me out
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Come bomb me out central lockup
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I shoulda put the glock up
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And the two quarters I rocked up
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[Chorus: Master P]
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Mom, I love you cause you made me
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But pray for your baby cause this ghetto got me crazy
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[Trenitty]
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I remember Indo sticks and concrete bricks
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Dope fiends fix, Deathrow cliques
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That pops them shits
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Takin' hits
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Had to make more grits
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Than a homeless man, hungry man
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Had to watch my mom twerk here body, for a ceilin' fan
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Pops incarcerated so I hated as a child
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But as I grew, I got to knew him so I dug his style
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Livin' foul, the law was: get it how you live
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Friend or foe, never forgive, crack that niggaz rib
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By any means ness, get your cake support your fam
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Don't give a damn, robbin' neighbors for some ham
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Even spam was a good dish
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See we was poor, when we were sick, moms made us well with a kiss
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I'm through, my most respect is due, so I spits my gat
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Cracks my back
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Makin' sure she gets the lack
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So well deservin'
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Pervin' in some shit I bought her
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That's what she told us: remeber that blood is thicker than water
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[Chorus]
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Pray For Your Baby
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Soulja Slim |