(Master P)
  I don't know where I'm going to
  but selling dope is the only thing I knows how to do
  Damn indo you got to handle that dank time tonight
  I'm deep in the game I can't sleep at night
  And mommy praying cause she know her boy ain't living right
  And when I die they say I'm going out in gunsmoke
  Cause I refuse to be broke up in this ghetto
  See I been tripping all life cause life is a damn trip
  And when I leave the house you know I'm carrying an extra clip
  See in the 90's things all gone change
  I never thought I'd grow up to be the dope man
  But in reality I guess I damn lost it all
  just the other day i put my brother's name on the wall
  rest in peace, yeah they killed him G
  I know one day somebody is going to try to kill the P
  and if they do I guess it was my time to go
  But if they miss me you will be reading about some dead folks
  In other words can you fell me and if you from my hood
  you know the ghetto's tryin to kill me
  
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  The ghetto's trin to kill me
  they might send me to the pen but doing time doesn't scare me
  
  (Master P)
  I'm selling dope and my baby mommy she wants me to quit
  but i can't because the game gives me dividends
  see in the game my hella partnas depend on me
  So when I go out I'm going out like my dead homies
  Forty G's two keys in the crackhouse
  Po-po's on my trick, you know the P is going to smash out
  Never trust nobody, can't even trust my chick
  And when my kids grow up they know daddy's a lunitic
  Driveby's in the ghetto happen all night long
  Call me Master P, killer call me Al Capone
  Because when I die they probably won't remember me
  But while I'm here those marks can't fade the P
  You seeing fatal when you mess with this dope click
  But if you run on the P you get your wig split
  For the jealous suckers that's out to kill me
  I'm going to reverse the game partna, can you feel me
  
  Chorus: repeat 2X
  
  (Silkk)
  I lost 2 brothers in the gear and I can't cope
  I try to go straight, but I still end up selling dope
  Reminiscing on my childhood, but it ain't the same
  I never thought my occupation was going to be the dope game
  Two keys a day, you never see so much coke
  Three o'clock in the morning chopping up dope
  Reaching for my gat soon as I hear the slightest noise
  Just come from a funeral, and it got me paranoid
  Having flashbacks of this fool I smocked with my gat
  He living, if he's real he'll be coming back
  But if I'm going out I'm going out with a bang
  Suckers jealous because Silkk riding on those thangs
  having visions on how I'm going to die G
  Will I die up in this game or will I die in my sleep
  That's why i'm packing a P, y'all should feel me
  I ain't paranoid, I know this ghetto is tryin to kill me
  
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  Yeah like my partna Too said
  "Get In Where You Fit In
  just remember Life Is Too "