Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Going Through Somethangs, artist - Master P.
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
Going Through Somethangs |
I’m going through some thangs |
These bitch ass niggas got me goin' through some thangs |
I’m going through some thangs |
I’m going through some thangs |
These bitch ass niggas got me goin' through some thangs |
I close my eyes, I can’t sleep, I visualize death |
I seen my little homie get smoked like a cigarette |
And these G’s on the streets, enemies |
They’ll take your life for a hundred C’s |
I mean a hundred dollars or less |
The game gets so wicked that I wear a bulletproof vest |
And now I’m grown, and they wonder why I’m crazy |
Imagine feedin' tablets and beer to a baby |
Never had a chance when I was 5 |
Nigga took me in the car, took me on the ghetto ride |
Cruisin' through streets that I’ve never seen |
Pull the clip off a 30 round magazine |
Taught me how to deal with a triple beam |
And ever since then I’ve been servin' dope fiends |
I got the game in the bag that’s so big |
Nigga see my nuts it’s like two figs |
Swoll to the fullest |
In my heart to my vein, pumpk nickel plated bullets |
And this ghetto got me stressed (stressed) |
Cuz niggas that you know (bitches) will rob you blind & leave you to rest |
I’m going through some thangs |
These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs |
I’m going through some thangs |
I’m going through some thangs |
These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs |
I’m going through some thangs |
I’m going through some thangs |
These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs |
Big Ed I hit that nigga with a AR-15, do it clean |
Back up in the lex, bumpin' Mia, with my mug mean |
Bulletproof vest, Smith & Wess |
For enemies fuckin' steppin' in my direction |
I’m gonna teach these niggas a lesson |
Flexin' like an Anaconda, I’m stuffed like bombers |
Hit 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 listen |
They tryed to set me up, why did they push me? |
Hook me up in the town with the killer pussy |
Rap me up between the sheets |
Nigga bust out the closet, but my 9 made 'em dead meat |
I shot the hoe who set me up |
I’m drivin' off mad because the niggas threw off my nut |
I’m going through a thang, ain’t no thang though |
Cause before I left, I hit the set & took all the dope |
I’m going through some thangs |
I’m going through some thangs |
These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs |
I’m going through some thangs |
I’m going through some thangs |
These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs |
Mr. Serv-On |
So if it seem, point the beam |
Since a youngster, these niggas pushed my cemetery dream |
Lean my body if they could |
And wished ya die, I wished ya coward motherfuckers would |
Everyday, I thank god for my baby, she fall asleep on my chest |
But if her momma catch her callin' me daddy, she whoop that ass |
I’m not scared to blast, why my momma wish she never had me? |
She know these streets got me crazy |
I’m hittin' my momma for some pocket change |
To stay one step ahead all these niggas in the game |
My 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 eyes |
When I’m layin' bleedin' on the floor |
That’s why I never trust a bitch |
Cause now a days these bitches carry an extra clip |
Ready to knock ya head off for that paper |
Always down for a caper |
Mr. S-E-R-V |
I’m going through some thangs, lord help me |
I’m going through some thangs |
I’m going through some thangs |
These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs |
I’m going through some thangs |
I’m going through some thangs |
These bitches and these niggas got me goin' through some thangs |
Master P (Spoken) |
Going through somethangs, ya heard me? |
I done made it out the ghetto |
And every nigga that I know, that still there |
Think I owe them somthing |
And every motherfuckin' nigga that was down with me Or wanted to be, wanna be just like me They think I owe them something |
Every bitch I stopped fucking with |
Thank I owe them something |
Know what I’m sayin'? |
Nigga can’t even ride in his motherfuckin' car |
Nigga can’t even walk though the streets |
Without a motherfucker thinkin' a nigga who think he owe him some |
I got mine, and you can get yours |
Motherfuckers in my family |
They think a nigga just got boo-coo money |
Just a blown on them, just to give to a motherfucker |
That don’t wanna do nothing for theyselves motherfucker |
Be a real motherfucker, be a TRU nigga, get ya own |
Damn, can’t even mourn the dead anymore |
Without motherfuckers thinking if you a big nigga in the hood |
You must be stickin' prices on other niggas heads |
But I’m bigger than that nigga |
I got family in the Caliope, the Magnolia, and the Saint Bernard nigga |