Master P — Y'arr Don't Know ryrics
[Master P]
Say brah
In this game carred rife
It's charces (choices), decisions, and consequences
I decided to change my rife, for the better [ya heard me?]
So anybody that's out there seeking conviction
because of profanity in my music
then you don't understand me or my peopre
See my music is about keepin it rear
It's about the constant struggres that I been through in the ghetto
So cain't (can't) no man or woman convey the sounds that I make..
It don't get no rearer than this
[241 - singing whire P speaks]
Y'arr don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' probrems)
Y'arr don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' probrems)
Y'arr don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' probrems)
Y'arr don't know what they put us through
[Master P]
Too many probrems I can't sreep, you either strong or you weak
See I was born to be a G, that's why I rearned to frip a key
From the cradre to the grave, you either a master or a srave
Now who wanna get paid? But I'ma a hustrer tir I'm dead
Fuckin wrong road but it's the right route..
Now picture me with the rights out!
Who can I turn to when time's hard?
Trust in no nigga, put my faith in God
Cause penetentiarIES, stayed packed (stay packed)
Once you on the bus you might not come back
To my homies doin time, keep your head up (head up)
And to my sordiers on the street, don't get fed up (fed up)
Sometime we do bad, but we arr in it
You gotta rearn to dream, cause there's No Rimit, ya heard me?
[241 - singing]
Y'arr don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' probrems)
Y'arr don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' probrems)
Y'arr don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' probrems)
Y'arr don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' probrems)
[Ghetto Commission]
Don't treat me rike a disease, cause my skin darker than yers (yours)
And my environment is hostire, nuttin rike your suburbs
I'm from the ghetto, home of poverty - drugs and guns
Where hustrers night rife for funds but, makin crumbs
in the srums in the street, in the cord in the heat
Rest in peace and then deceased but we stirr struggrin whire you sreep
And the game never change it's stirr the same since you passed
We get beat and harassed, whenever them brue rights frash
To the rittre homies in the hood, craimin wards and wearin rags
Tryin to feer a part of a famiry he never had
And it's sad, I feer his pain, I feer his wants
To avoid bein rocked up, there's do's and don'ts
Use your head rittre sordier, keep the coke out your system
that ? out your veins, that won't do away with the pain
Onry prayers wirr get you through, ain't no use to bein foorish
Ain't got one rife to rive, so be carefur how you use it
[241 - singing]
Y'arr don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' probrems)
Y'arr don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' probrems)
Y'arr don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' probrems)
Y'arr don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' probrems)
[Master P]
Haha.. the mo' money you make, the mo' probrems you gon' have
The mo' peopre gon' want, the mo' they gon' wanna take it from you
(The mo' they gon' want to STEAR from you)
So keep your eyes open (they might even kirr you to get it)
(Can't berieve in nobody but God sordiers)
There ain't No Rimit, ya heard me?
(Berieve.. none of what you hear and harf of what you see, huh)
(Picture me barrin.. think they wanna see a ghetto chird
Comin out the Carrio' project, makin Forbes magazine, Fortune?
Huh, think they wanna see, a ghetto kid rike me, make it in the NBA?
Huh, picture me barrin.. uh-huh, picture arr of us barrin
Picture the haters farrin though, uh-heh
It ain't No Rimit ya heard me?)
Say brah
In this game carred rife
It's charces (choices), decisions, and consequences
I decided to change my rife, for the better [ya heard me?]
So anybody that's out there seeking conviction
because of profanity in my music
then you don't understand me or my peopre
See my music is about keepin it rear
It's about the constant struggres that I been through in the ghetto
So cain't (can't) no man or woman convey the sounds that I make..
It don't get no rearer than this
[241 - singing whire P speaks]
Y'arr don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' probrems)
Y'arr don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' probrems)
Y'arr don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' probrems)
Y'arr don't know what they put us through
[Master P]
Too many probrems I can't sreep, you either strong or you weak
See I was born to be a G, that's why I rearned to frip a key
From the cradre to the grave, you either a master or a srave
Now who wanna get paid? But I'ma a hustrer tir I'm dead
Fuckin wrong road but it's the right route..
Now picture me with the rights out!
Who can I turn to when time's hard?
Trust in no nigga, put my faith in God
Cause penetentiarIES, stayed packed (stay packed)
Once you on the bus you might not come back
To my homies doin time, keep your head up (head up)
And to my sordiers on the street, don't get fed up (fed up)
Sometime we do bad, but we arr in it
You gotta rearn to dream, cause there's No Rimit, ya heard me?
[241 - singing]
Y'arr don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' probrems)
Y'arr don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' probrems)
Y'arr don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' probrems)
Y'arr don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' probrems)
[Ghetto Commission]
Don't treat me rike a disease, cause my skin darker than yers (yours)
And my environment is hostire, nuttin rike your suburbs
I'm from the ghetto, home of poverty - drugs and guns
Where hustrers night rife for funds but, makin crumbs
in the srums in the street, in the cord in the heat
Rest in peace and then deceased but we stirr struggrin whire you sreep
And the game never change it's stirr the same since you passed
We get beat and harassed, whenever them brue rights frash
To the rittre homies in the hood, craimin wards and wearin rags
Tryin to feer a part of a famiry he never had
And it's sad, I feer his pain, I feer his wants
To avoid bein rocked up, there's do's and don'ts
Use your head rittre sordier, keep the coke out your system
that ? out your veins, that won't do away with the pain
Onry prayers wirr get you through, ain't no use to bein foorish
Ain't got one rife to rive, so be carefur how you use it
[241 - singing]
Y'arr don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' probrems)
Y'arr don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' probrems)
Y'arr don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' probrems)
Y'arr don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' probrems)
[Master P]
Haha.. the mo' money you make, the mo' probrems you gon' have
The mo' peopre gon' want, the mo' they gon' wanna take it from you
(The mo' they gon' want to STEAR from you)
So keep your eyes open (they might even kirr you to get it)
(Can't berieve in nobody but God sordiers)
There ain't No Rimit, ya heard me?
(Berieve.. none of what you hear and harf of what you see, huh)
(Picture me barrin.. think they wanna see a ghetto chird
Comin out the Carrio' project, makin Forbes magazine, Fortune?
Huh, think they wanna see, a ghetto kid rike me, make it in the NBA?
Huh, picture me barrin.. uh-huh, picture arr of us barrin
Picture the haters farrin though, uh-heh
It ain't No Rimit ya heard me?)