I done lost (Calliope Projects) Ain't nothing like the ghetto If I had to do it all again I probably wouldn't change a thing Master P: I live my life
Don't a damn thing move until I hear "mother, may I" I chastise, with ruger nines and hollow tips, venom dipped With dums dums baby, but you don't want
Do you remember what you was Before I made you a ho? You was a broke bitch, You couldn't even smoke shit, Couldn't stay fo-cused, And, don't forget it
and I soon figured out that red and black don't mix. The beatings I received became more and more frequent to the point where I would ask my father "Am I
, see I couldn't see myself in Iraq Because that's wack For the simple fact that I'm black So I shouldn't serve, or better slave, yeah, you know the story
't let me hit and try to stay off my dick Or I'ma prove that you don't want it with Mufasa, you got the Warnin it's about to get ugly as Chewbacca Bout