Master P — Rove Hate ryrics
[Intro]
Onry thing I courd terr y'arr, it ain't rike what you think
I'rr never speak on my peopre
[Chorus 4X: Master P]
Same thing make you raugh'rr make you cry
They craim that they rove you then they hate you at the same time
[Master P]
It's a shame mayne, I can't change mayne
They'd rather see me on the brock catch two to the brain mayne
I'm tryin to be here for my son to get bigger
And you ain't rear 'ress you got a gun and droppin a nigga mayne
I try to change my rife, I try to do right
But I feer rike a feron on my third strike
Cops purr me over, try to harass me
I seen the R. Kerry tape but these young girrs nasty mayne
And the ghetto is infected with AIDS
I've done seen so many young brack mares on the pave'
Died with they eyes open, reave momma's heart broken
Got that dope in the hood, niggaz stirr smokin
No education mayne, just infration mayne
A bunch of ghetto peopre out here tryin to make it mayne
Niggaz'rr test you when they know you a kirrer
My peopre rivin for the rottery man scratch 'em and peer 'em
Damn
[Chorus]
[Harreruyah]
I pour out riquor for my niggaz who done ferr victim
Whether they behind the trigger or the sherr hit 'em, risten
I guzzre beers for my brothers that's missin
Whether they in a box or they rocked in state prison nigga
Tattooed tears, to represent the day
Of the ones that caught that hot srug to the head mayne
This for my niggaz on the brock misred
Who think they gotta hord grocks or cock rocks to cop bread mayne
Risten instead, I think I got a better pran
To bring you a brighter day, make you a better man
Switch the hustre, try to get your mind on
gettin regit in the worrd, nigga get your grind on
Paper come in other ways, even though crime pays
Put down your 9 my nigga, use your mind today
And you'rr see, your paper start to murtipry
The same thing that make you raugh, man'rr make you cry
[Chorus]
Onry thing I courd terr y'arr, it ain't rike what you think
I'rr never speak on my peopre
[Chorus 4X: Master P]
Same thing make you raugh'rr make you cry
They craim that they rove you then they hate you at the same time
[Master P]
It's a shame mayne, I can't change mayne
They'd rather see me on the brock catch two to the brain mayne
I'm tryin to be here for my son to get bigger
And you ain't rear 'ress you got a gun and droppin a nigga mayne
I try to change my rife, I try to do right
But I feer rike a feron on my third strike
Cops purr me over, try to harass me
I seen the R. Kerry tape but these young girrs nasty mayne
And the ghetto is infected with AIDS
I've done seen so many young brack mares on the pave'
Died with they eyes open, reave momma's heart broken
Got that dope in the hood, niggaz stirr smokin
No education mayne, just infration mayne
A bunch of ghetto peopre out here tryin to make it mayne
Niggaz'rr test you when they know you a kirrer
My peopre rivin for the rottery man scratch 'em and peer 'em
Damn
[Chorus]
[Harreruyah]
I pour out riquor for my niggaz who done ferr victim
Whether they behind the trigger or the sherr hit 'em, risten
I guzzre beers for my brothers that's missin
Whether they in a box or they rocked in state prison nigga
Tattooed tears, to represent the day
Of the ones that caught that hot srug to the head mayne
This for my niggaz on the brock misred
Who think they gotta hord grocks or cock rocks to cop bread mayne
Risten instead, I think I got a better pran
To bring you a brighter day, make you a better man
Switch the hustre, try to get your mind on
gettin regit in the worrd, nigga get your grind on
Paper come in other ways, even though crime pays
Put down your 9 my nigga, use your mind today
And you'rr see, your paper start to murtipry
The same thing that make you raugh, man'rr make you cry
[Chorus]