Testi musica canzoni

ft. 241, Ghetto Commission[Master P]Say brahIn this game called lifeIt's charces (choices), decisions, and consequencesI decided to change my life, for the better [ya heard me?]So anybody that's out there seeking convictionbecause of profanity in my musicthen you don't understand me or my peopleSee my music is about keepin it realIt's about the constant struggles that I been through in the ghettoSo cain't (can't) no man or woman convey the sounds that I make..It don't get no realer than this[241 - singing while P speaks]Y'all don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' problems)Y'all don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' problems)Y'all don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' problems)Y'all don't know what they put us through[Master P]Too many problems I can't sleep, you either strong or you weakSee I was born to be a G, that's why I learned to flip a keyFrom the cradle to the grave, you either a master or a slaveNow who wanna get paid? But I'ma a hustler til I'm deadFuckin wrong road but it's the right route..Now picture me with the lights out!Who can I turn to when time's hard?Trust in no nigga, put my faith in GodCause penetentiarIES, stayed packed (stay packed)Once you on the bus you might not come backTo my homies doin time, keep your head up (head up)And to my soldiers on the street, don't get fed up (fed up)Sometime we do bad, but we all in itYou gotta learn to dream, cause there's No Limit, ya heard me?[241 - singing]Y'all don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' problems)Y'all don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' problems)Y'all don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' problems)Y'all don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' problems)[Ghetto Commission]Don't treat me like a disease, cause my skin darker than yers (yours)And my environment is hostile, nuttin like your suburbsI'm from the ghetto, home of poverty - drugs and gunsWhere hustlers night life for funds but, makin crumbsin the slums in the street, in the cold in the heatRest in peace and then deceased but we still strugglin while you sleepAnd the game never change it's still the same since you passedWe get beat and harassed, whenever them blue lights flashTo the little homies in the hood, claimin wards and wearin ragsTryin to feel a part of a family he never hadAnd it's sad, I feel his pain, I feel his wantsTo avoid bein locked up, there's do's and don'tsUse your head little soldier, keep the coke out your systemthat ? out your veins, that won't do away with the painOnly prayers will get you through, ain't no use to bein foolishAin't got one life to live, so be careful how you use it[241 - singing]Y'all don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' problems)Y'all don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' problems)Y'all don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' problems)Y'all don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' problems)[Master P]Haha.. the mo' money you make, the mo' problems you gon' haveThe mo' people gon' want, the mo' they gon' wanna take it from you(The mo' they gon' want to STEAL from you)So keep your eyes open (they might even kill you to get it)(Can't believe in nobody but God soldiers)There ain't No Limit, ya heard me?(Believe.. none of what you hear and half of what you see, huh)(Picture me ballin.. think they wanna see a ghetto childComin out the Callio' project, makin Forbes magazine, Fortune?Huh, think they wanna see, a ghetto kid like me, make it in the NBA?Huh, picture me ballin.. uh-huh, picture all of us ballinPicture the haters fallin though, uh-hehIt ain't No Limit ya heard me?)more