Going Through Some Thangs Lyrics

Chorus: [Master P]I'm going through some thangsThese bitch ass niggas got me goin' through some thangs.I'm going through some thangsI'm going through some thangsThese bitch ass niggas got me goin' through some thangs.Verse 2: [Master P]I close my eyes, I can't sleep, I visualize deathI seen my little homie get smoked like a cigaretteand these G's on the streets, enemies,they'll take your life for a hundred C'sI mean a hundred dollars or lessthe game gets so wicked thatI wear a bulletproof vestand now I'm grown, and they wonder why I'm crazyImagine feedin' tablets and beer to a babyNever had a chance when I was 5nigga took me in the car, took me on the ghetto rideCruisin' through streets that I've never seenpull the clip off a 30 round magazineTaught me how to deal with a triple beamand ever since then I've been servin' dope fiendsI got the game in the bag that's so bignigga see my nuts it's like two figsswoll to the fullest,in my heart to my vein, pumpk nickel plated bulletsand this ghetto got me stressed (stressed),cuz niggas that you know ( bitches) will rob you blind & leave you to rest.Chorus: [Master P}I'm going through some thangsThese bitches and theseniggas got me goin' through some thangsI'm going through some thangsI'm going through some thangsThese bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangsI'm going through some thangsI'm going through some thangsThese bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangsVerse 2: [Big Ed]I hit that nigga with a AR-15, do it cleanback up in the lex, bumpin' Mia, with my mug meanBulletproof vest, Smith & Wessfor enemies fuckin' steppin' in my directionI'm gonna teach these niggas a lesson.Flexin' like an Anaconda, I'm stuffed like bombersHit 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 listenThey tryed to set me up, why did they push me?Hook me up in the town with the killer pussyrap me up between the sheetsnigga bust out the closet, but my 9 made 'em dead meat.I shot the hoe who set me upI'm drivin' off mad because the niggas threw off my nutI'm going through a thang, ain't no thang thoughcause before I left, I hit the set & took all the dopeChorus: [Master P}I'm going thorugh some thangsI'm going through some thangsThese bitches and theseniggas got me goin' through some thangsI'm going through some thangsI'm going through some thangsThese bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs(Mr. Serv-On)So if it seem, point the beamSince a youngster,these niggas pushed my cemetery dreamLean my body if they could,and wished ya die, I wished ya coward motherfuckers wouldEveryday, I thank god for my baby, she fall asleep on my chestbut if her momma catch her callin' me daddy, she whoop that assI'm not scared to blast, why my momma wish she never had me?She know these streets got me crazyI'm hittin' my momma for some pocket change,to stay one step ahead all these niggas in the gameMy daddy, gangsterism pumpin' d up in my vein.Should I kill a nigga for respect, or should I let him go?and if I do, someone please close my eyeswhen I'm layin' bleedin' on the floorThat's why I never trust a bitchcause now a days these bitches carry an extra clipReady to knock ya head off for that paperalways down for a caper,Mr. S-E-R-VI'm going through some thangs, lord help meChorus: [Master P}I'm going through some thangsI'm going through some thangsThese bitches and theseniggas got me goin' through some thangsI'm going through some thangsI'm going through some thangsThese bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs[Master P talks]Going through somethangs, ya heard me?I done made it out the ghettoand every nigga that I know, that still thereThink I owe them somthingand every motherfuckin' nigga that was down with meor wanted to be, wanna be just like meThey think I owe them somethingEvery bitch I stopped fucking with,thank I owe them somethingKnow what I'm sayin'?Nigga can't even ride in his motherfuckin' carNigga can't even walk though the streetswithout a motherfucker thinkin' anigga who think he owe him someI got mine, and you can get yoursMotherfuckers in my family,they think a nigga just got boo-coo money,just a blown on them, just to give to a motherfuckerthat don't wanna do nothing for theyselves motherfuckerBe a real motherfucker, be a TRU nigga, get ya ownDamn, can't even mourn the dead anymorewithoutmotherfuckers thinking if you a big nigga in the hoodyou must be stickin' prices on other niggas headsBut I'm bigger than that niggaI got family in the Caliope, the Magnolia, and the Saint Bernard nigga