Chorus: [Master P]
I'm going through some thangs
These bitch ass niggas got me goin' through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
These bitch ass niggas got me goin' through some thangs
Verse 2: [Master P]
I close my eyes, I can't sleep, I visualize death
I seen my little homie get smoked like a cigarette
and these G's on the streets, enemies,
they'll take your life for a hundred C's
I mean a hundred dollars or less
the game gets so wicked that I wear a bulletproof vest
and now I'm grown, and they wonder why I'm crazy
Imagine feedin' tablets and beer to a baby
Never had a chance when I was 5
nigga took me in the car, took me on the ghetto ride
Cruisin' through streets that I've never seen
pull the clip off a 30 round magazine
Taught me how to deal with a triple beam
and ever since then I've been servin' dope fiends
I got the game in the bag that's so big
nigga see my nuts it's like two figs
swoll to the fullest,
in my heart to my vein, pumpk nickel plated bullets
and this ghetto got me stressed (stressed),
cuz niggas that you know ( bitches) will rob you blind