(Master P) I don't know where I'm going to But selling dope is the only thing God knows how to do Damn indo you got to handle that dank time tonight I'm deep in the game I can't sleep at night And mommy praying cause she know her boy ain't living right And when I die they say I'm going out in gunsmoke Cause I refuse to be broke up in this ghetto See I been tripping all life cause life is a damn trip And when I leave the house you know I'm carrying an extra clip See in the 90's things all gone change I never thought I'd grow up to be the dope man But in reality I guess I damn lost it all Just the other day i put my brother's name on the wall Rest in peace, yeah they killed him G I know one day somebody is going to try to kill the P And if they do I guess it was my time to go But if they miss me you will be reading about some dead folks In other words can you fell me and if you from my hood You know the ghetto's tryin to kill me Chorus: repeat 2X The ghetto's trin to kill me They might send me to the pen but doing time doesn't scare me (Master P) I'm selling dope and my baby mommy she wants me to quit But i can't because the game gives me dividends See in the game my hella partnas depend on me So when I go out I'm going out like my dead homies Forty G's two keys in the crackhouse Po-po's on my trick, you know the P is going to smash out Never trust nobody, can't even trust my chick And when my kids grow up they know daddy's a lunitic Driveby's in the ghetto happen all night long Call me Master P, killer call me Al Capone Because when I die they probably won't remember me But while I'm here those marks can't fade the P You seeing fatal when you mess with this dope click But if you run on the P you get your wig split For the jealous suckers that's out to kill me I'm going to reverse the game partna, can you feel me Chorus: repeat 2X (Silkk) I lost 2 brothers in the gear and I can't cope I try to go straight, but I still end up selling dope Reminiscing on my childhood, but it ain't the same I never thought my occupation was going to be the dope game Two keys a day, you never see so much coke Three o'clock in the morning chopping up dope Reaching for my gat soon as I hear the slightest noise Just come from a funeral, and it got me paranoid Having flashbacks of this fool I smocked with my gat He living, if he's real he'll be coming back But if I'm going out I'm going out with a bang Suckers jealous because Silkk riding on those thangs Having visions on how I'm going to die G Will I die up in this game or will I die in my sleep That's why i'm packing a P, y'all should feel me I ain't paranoid, I know this ghetto is tryin to kill me Chorus: repeat 4X Yeah like my partna Too $hort said "Get In Where You Fit In Just remember Life Is Too $hort"
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