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Ghetto Model Master P something I want, and poppy that's you So I'll just be up front, I'm trying to roll with you I see you eyeing me, as I am eyeing you I guess the real in me, attracts the thug in you [Hook - 2x] Face like a model Ghetto Ballin Master P [Chorus x4] Girls jock me You cant knock me We ghetto ballin My real thugs got me UNNGGHHHHHHHHH! Ghetto D Master P Water bubbling, Voice in background repeating "make crack like this" Masta P Imagine substitutin crack for music I mean dope tapes This is how we would make it. Ghetto Life Master P That's what my momma always told me When ya livin on the eastside, ghetto In the ghetto, ghetto I never knew what my life would be, ghetto In the ghetto, ghetto I'll show what I'm talkin bout, ghetto Ghetto Love Master P Dick] Chorus (2x): You just don't know what you do to me And I hope you know what you got Master P: I remember walking you from school and homies hate me But I ain't tripping cause I knew one day Ghetto Honey Master P like to ride up and I Feel all good and I, want you boy no lie The way you walk the style, the clothes you wear You lick your lips, and I can't help but stare I think of you and I, want you boy no lie [Master Ghetto in the Sky Master P My soldiers roll with me To a place, where we all, can just get away Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky? More 2 Life Master P "[Chorus (4x):] This ghetto got me crazy But there's more to life than bitches, weed and a Mercedes [Master P:] Jealous niggaz wanna see me dead, hoes wanna steal my bread Only time will tell the truest Ghetto Cheese Tru Intro:(Master P) Ha hah Master P Silkk in this bitch This is how we be doing in the hood like Gs(In the hood nigga) The fiends be marchin through my hood (Hoorah Hoorah) The fiends be marchin Ghetto Honeys Master P f/ Mac [Master P] - {repeat 3X} See I like to smoke weed and I love to make money But I, can't live without you beautiful ghetto honeys [Master P] Now if that nigga doin wrong, and you don't want to Ride Master P Picture this nigga me a ghetto millionaire and all my fucking enemies evaporated (evaporated) only the real can feel me (only the real) Let's ride this one's for the killers and dealers still bout Whole Hood Master P [Chorus: kids] He got the whole hood, in his hand He got the whole hood, in his hand He got the whole hood, in his hand He got the whole, hood, in, his, hand [Master P] I got them thugs in the south, in Get Your Paper Master P P what's up boy? What's up 40 boy? Talk to me weepilation. Dey don't know we been doin' dis. Last Deezy Last Don. Bay Area playa nigga. Bastard Child Master P (Chorus) You abandoned P Now he don't have no where to go No where to go no where to go I guess I'll sell dope No where to go no where to go I guess I'll sell dope Verse 1 Giggety glock and Lets Get Em Master P "[Master P/C-Murder] [Chorus] Where them niggas at Where them niggas at There them niggas go [Master P] Uhhhhh Fuck it, let's get em [x4] [C-Murder] I'm a motherfucking soldier Bitch I thought I told ya Only God Can Judge Me Master P [Master P] My military mind.. makes me a soldier And I'm the last one left (last one left) Ain't nuttin wrong wit change {I'm back nigga!} I'm Alright Master P : repeat 2X] You only get one life my nigga And they steady throwin stones but I'm alright my nigga The same way they did Christ my nigga But I ain't mad at 'em, they hurtin and I'm alright my nigga [Master Rollin' Thru My Hood Master P yo kid man, stop the music rollin through my, rollin through my hood this what I see when I'm rollin through my hood 2 to the 3 to the 4 the 5 the 6 and everybody in the ghetto trying to sew this Ghetto Life Master P f/ UGK Uhhh, shhhh Don't say nothin' just listen (For all y'all ghetto people out there) Through like all the bloodshed And all the tears and all the homies I done lost (Calliope Projects) Ain't nothing Ghetto Prayer Master P f/ Magic {Master P prays in the background} Our father, who art in heaven Hallowed be thy name Thy kingdom come, thy will be done On earth, as it is in heaven {spoken over prayer} Hail Mary (Hail Mary Whoadie Gone Master P dog [Chorus with ad-libs] [Verse 2] Same hood that you ride in Will get you crossed up homie, you'll die in A couple of dollars get you knocked off They trippin' on bin Laden, what about these ghetto Dear Mr. President Master P "[Featuring Mac] [Master P] Dear Mr. The Ghettos Tryin To Kill Me! Master P (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 The Ghetto's Got Me Trapped Master P "You fell into my trap why don't you go ahead and destroy yourselves You fucking little monkeys This Ghetto Got me trapped (Ughhhh) But I ain't ready yet [Sons of Funk and Master P] Lord won't you wash Thug Chick Master P [Master P] I like a bad chick like, Martha Stewart that go to jail and holdin these streets down, Lisa Raye be a entertainer and still got a ghetto pass, Oprah Winfrey, Pimp TV and Paris Hilton get paid Is There a Heaven 4 a Gangsta? Master P Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta Grew up in the ghetto, raised by killers T-R-U 'cross my stomach Yo' neighborhood thug nigga, tryin to make it Out this fucked up environment Where niggaz die tryin Mama Raised Me Master P "Chorus:Master P Daddy wasn't home so mama raised me I'ma thug but still mama bathed me (4X) Verse 1:Master P I live my life as a thug, roll wit' some killas Slang crack to some dope fiends, ride wit' Goodbye to my homies Master P to what we had The good times that made us laugh outweighed the bad I thought we'd get to see forever But forever's gone away It's so hard to say goodbye to my homies Ya'll need to smile for my ghetto When They Gone Master P think I'm crazy Muslims on every corner handed out the daisy's Name fresh on the wall, aint no final call used to slang bean pies now it's bout white ball Only 15, already got a beef and work in the ghetto Never Ending Game Master P streets And you never hurt, another nigga with a glock G I'm thinking about Tic-Toc Boom, there goes another one Send him to the moon Ain't no rocket ship bitch, it's the temple of doom I mean the ghetto