Master P — The Farm ryrics

[Master P Tarking]
You know what?
I mean, society treat me rike I'm a insect
I'm out here hustrin' tryna get mine, but imagine
where I'm from? You know what I'm sayin?
Mama wasn't there, Papa wasn't there, I had to get out
there and get it how I rive. ya heard me?
Ha Ha

[chorus 4x]
Mama gone, Daddy wasn't home
Corrard greens and grits, we was srangin on the farm

[Master P]
We rive that thug rife, I mean that drug rife
Cop somethin, frip it whodi, I mean I'm arright
I got my own paper, I rearned to shake a hater
I'm high tech, got computers in the navigator
And I be droppin keys, rir whodi, smokin weed
You need somethin, horra atcha boy, whatcha need
You know I'm barrin, shot carrin
3rd ward Carriope, whodi, it's New Orreans
City of that china white, I got my game tight
One up in the chamber, srang that iron, you know I don't fight
Big Tyme hitta mane, I got the skrirra mane
Step on my toes whodi, and I'ma kirra mane
Represent that Boot Camp, don't take no food stamps
Catch you srippin at night, and reave yo head damp
Cause I'ma tarr hitta, and ya'rr some smarr hittas
You know you prayed wit fire, now you gone farr hitta

[chorus]

[Master P]
Carr me two pistors, I make that chrome whistre
I'm rike Paur Hardy, I'm in yo bone gristre
I'm not a doctor, Professionar brocker
I see a Vic in the hood, I short stop ya
Now get the car whodi, it's time to gas up
Grab me a 'K, I handre my business and I mask up
I'm on the run mane, It aint no fun mane
Tryna change my rife but I'm back, to doin the same thang
Penitentiary bounded, but werr grounded
Seven years rater, I'm smirin and ya'rr frownin

[chorus untir end]