Chorus: [Master P]

I'm going through some thangs
These bitch ass n***as got me goin' through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
These bitch ass n***as 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
N***a 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
N***a 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 n***as that you know ( bitches) will rob you blind & leave you to rest
Chorus: [Master P}

I'm going through some thangs
These bitches and these n***as got me goin' through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
These bitches and these n***as got me goin' through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
These bitches and these n***as got me goin' through some thangs

Verse 2: [Big Ed]

I hit that n***a with a AR-15, do it clean
Back up in the lex, bumpin' Mia, with my mug mean
Bulletproof vest, Smith & Wess
For enemies fuckin' steppin' in my direction
I'm gonna teach these n***as a lesson
Flexin' like an Anaconda, I'm stuffed like bombers
Hit ya step and get wet, then duck my doorway teck
I holds my own like I'm pissin'
Beef with us is death wishing, I put to work because they didn't listen
They tryed to set me up, why did they push me?
Hook me up in the town with the killer pussy
Rap me up between the sheets
N***a bust out the closet, but my 9 made 'em dead meat
I shot the hoe who set me up
I'm drivin' off mad because the n***as threw off my nut
I'm going through a thang, ain't no thang though
Cause before I left, I hit the set & took all the dope
Chorus: [Master P}

I'm going thorugh some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
These bitches and these n***as got me goin' through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
These bitches and these n***as got me goin' through some thangs


(Mr. Serv-On)

So if it seem, point the beam
Since a youngster,these n***as pushed my cemetery dream
Lean my body if they could
And wished ya die, I wished ya coward motherfuckers would
Everyday, I thank god for my baby, she fall asleep on my chest
But if her momma catch her callin' me daddy, she whoop that ass
I'm not scared to blast, why my momma wish she never had me?
She know these streets got me crazy
I'm hittin' my momma for some pocket change
To stay one step ahead all these n***as in the game
My daddy, gangsterism pumpin' d up in my vein
Should I kill a n***a for respect, or should I let him go?
And if I do, someone please close my eyes
When I'm layin' bleedin' on the floor
That's why I never trust a bitch
Cause now a days these bitches carry an extra clip
Ready to knock ya head off for that paper
Always down for a caper
Mr. S-E-R-V
I'm going through some thangs, lord help me
Chorus: [Master P}

I'm going through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
These bitches and these n***as got me goin' through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
These bitches and these n***as got me goin' through some thangs

[Master P talks]

Going through somethangs, ya heard me?
I done made it out the ghetto
And every n***a that I know, that still there
Think I owe them somthing
And every motherfuckin' n***a that was down with me
Or wanted to be, wanna be just like me
They think I owe them something
Every bitch I stopped fucking with
Thank I owe them something
Know what I'm sayin'?
N***a can't even ride in his motherfuckin' car
N***a can't even walk though the streets
Without a motherfucker thinkin' a n***a who think he owe him some
I got mine, and you can get yours
Motherfuckers in my family
They think a n***a just got boo-coo money
Just a blown on them, just to give to a motherfucker
That don't wanna do nothing for theyselves motherfucker
Be a real motherfucker, be a TRU n***a, get ya own
Damn, can't even mourn the dead anymore
Without motherfuckers thinking if you a big n***a in the hood
You must be stickin' prices on other n***as heads
But I'm bigger than that n***a
I got family in the Caliope, the Magnolia, and the Saint Bernard n***a