(feat. Big Ed, Mr. Serv-On)

[Chorus: Master P]


I'm going through some thangs
These (*##$ $$# ^!$$%s got me goin' through some thangs.

I'm going through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
These (*##$ $$# ^!$$%s got me goin' through some thangs.


[Verse 2: Master P]
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
^!$$% 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
^!$$% 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 ^!$$%s that you know ( (*##$es) will rob you blind & leave you to rest.

[Chorus: Master P]


I'm going through some thangs
These (*##$es and these ^!$$%s got me goin' through some thangs

I'm going through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
These (*##$es and these ^!$$%s got me goin' through some thangs

I'm going through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
These (*##$es and these ^!$$%s got me goin' through some thangs


[Verse 2: Big Ed]


I hit that ^!$$% with a AR-15, do it clean
back up in the lex, bumpin' Mia, with my mug mean
Bulletproof vest, Smith & Wess

for enemies $#&@in' steppin' in my direction
I'm gonna teach these ^!$$%s 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 #~!!@
rap me up between the sheets

^!$$% bust out the closet, but my 9 made 'em dead meat.
I shot the hoe who set me up
I'm drivin' off mad because the ^!$$%s 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


[Chorus: Master P]

I'm going thorugh some thangs

I'm going through some thangs
These (*##$es and these ^!$$%s got me goin' through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs

I'm going through some thangs
These (*##$es and these ^!$$%s got me goin' through some thangs


[Mr. Serv-On]

So if it seem, point the beam

Since a youngster,these ^!$$%s pushed my cemetery dream
Lean my body if they could,
and wished ya die, I wished ya coward mother$#&@ers would
Everyday, I thank god for my baby, she fall asleep on my chest
but if her momma catch her callin' me daddy, she whoop that $$#

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 ^!$$%s in the game
My daddy, gangsterism pumpin' d up in my vein.

Should I kill a ^!$$% 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 (*##$
cause now a days these (*##$es 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


[Chorus: Master P]

I'm going through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs
These (*##$es and these ^!$$%s got me goin' through some thangs
I'm going through some thangs

I'm going through some thangs
These (*##$es and these ^!$$%s got me goin' through some thangs

[Master P talks]

Going through somethangs, ya heard me?
I done made it out the ghetto

and every ^!$$% that I know, that still there
Think I owe them somthing
and every mother$#&@in' ^!$$% that was down with me
or wanted to be, wanna be just like me
They think I owe them something
Every (*##$ I stopped $#&@ing with,
thank I owe them something

Know what I'm sayin'?
^!$$% can't even ride in his mother$#&@in' car
^!$$% can't even walk though the streets
without a mother$#&@er thinkin' a ^!$$% who think he owe him some
I got mine, and you can get yours
Mother$#&@ers in my family,
they think a ^!$$% just got boo-coo money,

just a blown on them, just to give to a mother$#&@er
that don't wanna do nothing for theyselves mother$#&@er
Be a real mother$#&@er, be a TRU ^!$$%, get ya own
Damn, can't even mourn the dead anymore
without mother$#&@ers thinking if you a big ^!$$% in the hood
you must be stickin' prices on other ^!$$%s heads
But I'm bigger than that ^!$$%

I got family in the Caliope, the Magnolia, and the Saint Bernard ^!$$%