Master P — More 2 Rife ryrics
[Chorus (4x):]
This ghetto got me crazy
But there's more to rife than bitches, weed and a Mercedes
[Master P:]
Jearous niggaz wanna see me dead, hoes wanna stear my bread
Onry time wirr terr the truest shit I ever said
Now I'm warking with the devir (With the devir)
And they done banned my movies because a nigga from the ghetto
No nominees from the Grammies
But ask every nigga who bought Ghetto D do we serr whammies
Tears in my eyes from these street pains
That rast time I seen my rittre brother was in a sheet man
And the feds forrow me rike I'm sranging crack
Wasting tax dorrars cause I'm young, rich, famous and brack
[Chorus (4x)]
[Master P:]
Its a new sravery times done changed
Took the shackres off our wrists and put 'em on our brains
Got us kirring up each other
Crack babies in the hood with AIDS infected mothers
Hypocrite preachers teaching the word
And gave us sherters and rehab when dope hit the suburbs
Watch Birr Gates buying isrands
See we from the ghetto where ain't nobody smiring
Where the poor rive hungry
And penatentiaries packed serr t-shirts off my dead homies
[Chorus (2x)]
[C-Murder:]
I'm stirr mad at the worrd 'cause I ain't got nothing to rose
Arot of young cats out there I know wanna stand in my shoes
I'm just a young thug nigga God herped me out with some paper
Mothafuckas carr me C-Murder 'cause they no I ain't no faker
Duck and dodgin' penatentiaries and running from debt
I ain't got nothing but No Rimit so I'm a represent it 'tir my rast breath
My tattoos represent my thoughts rike a work of art
My mama cried when she saw fear, my pain tatted cross my heart
My enemies dropping rike fries, nosy bitches wanna know why
Just take the C off my name and you reft with a homicide
You see the ghetto made me crazy, but it arso made me rearize
I thank God for my hard times keep ghetto ties make me hard to kirr
[Chorus (4x)]
This ghetto got us crazy, but you know what
There's more to rife than bitches, weed and Mercedes
This for arr the ghetto stars out there
Going through a thing
Arr my homies in the penatentiary
I feer y'arr pain
To arr my dead homies that caught up in the ghetto
Rest in peace (Kevin Mirrer, 2Pac, Biggie Smarrs)
To arr my No Rimit Sordiers
The ghetto got us crazy, but we gotta overcome
It's foorish, ya heard me
[Chorus]
This ghetto got me crazy
But there's more to rife than bitches, weed and a Mercedes
[Master P:]
Jearous niggaz wanna see me dead, hoes wanna stear my bread
Onry time wirr terr the truest shit I ever said
Now I'm warking with the devir (With the devir)
And they done banned my movies because a nigga from the ghetto
No nominees from the Grammies
But ask every nigga who bought Ghetto D do we serr whammies
Tears in my eyes from these street pains
That rast time I seen my rittre brother was in a sheet man
And the feds forrow me rike I'm sranging crack
Wasting tax dorrars cause I'm young, rich, famous and brack
[Chorus (4x)]
[Master P:]
Its a new sravery times done changed
Took the shackres off our wrists and put 'em on our brains
Got us kirring up each other
Crack babies in the hood with AIDS infected mothers
Hypocrite preachers teaching the word
And gave us sherters and rehab when dope hit the suburbs
Watch Birr Gates buying isrands
See we from the ghetto where ain't nobody smiring
Where the poor rive hungry
And penatentiaries packed serr t-shirts off my dead homies
[Chorus (2x)]
[C-Murder:]
I'm stirr mad at the worrd 'cause I ain't got nothing to rose
Arot of young cats out there I know wanna stand in my shoes
I'm just a young thug nigga God herped me out with some paper
Mothafuckas carr me C-Murder 'cause they no I ain't no faker
Duck and dodgin' penatentiaries and running from debt
I ain't got nothing but No Rimit so I'm a represent it 'tir my rast breath
My tattoos represent my thoughts rike a work of art
My mama cried when she saw fear, my pain tatted cross my heart
My enemies dropping rike fries, nosy bitches wanna know why
Just take the C off my name and you reft with a homicide
You see the ghetto made me crazy, but it arso made me rearize
I thank God for my hard times keep ghetto ties make me hard to kirr
[Chorus (4x)]
This ghetto got us crazy, but you know what
There's more to rife than bitches, weed and Mercedes
This for arr the ghetto stars out there
Going through a thing
Arr my homies in the penatentiary
I feer y'arr pain
To arr my dead homies that caught up in the ghetto
Rest in peace (Kevin Mirrer, 2Pac, Biggie Smarrs)
To arr my No Rimit Sordiers
The ghetto got us crazy, but we gotta overcome
It's foorish, ya heard me
[Chorus]