Big Ed - Goin' Through Some Thangs lyrics

Chorus: [Master P] I'm going through some thangs These b**h a** n***as got me goin' through some thangs I'm going through some thangs I'm going through some thangs These b**h a** n***as got me goin' through some thangs Verse 2: [Master P] I close my eyes, I can't sleep, I visualize d**h 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 n***as that you know ( b**hes) will rob you blind & leave you to rest Chorus: [Master P} I'm going through some thangs These b**hes and these n***as got me goin' through some thangs I'm going through some thangs I'm going through some thangs These b**hes and these n***as got me goin' through some thangs I'm going through some thangs I'm going through some thangs These b**hes and these n***as got me goin' through some thangs Verse 2: [Big Ed] I hit that n***a with a AR-15, do it clean Back up in the lex, bumpin' Mia, with my mug mean Bulletproof vest, Smith & Wess For enemies f**in' steppin' in my direction I'm gonna teach these n***as 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 d**h 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 k**er p**y Rap me up between the sheets n***a 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 n***as 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 b**hes and these n***as got me goin' through some thangs I'm going through some thangs I'm going through some thangs These b**hes and these n***as got me goin' through some thangs (Mr. Serv-On) So if it seem, point the beam Since a youngster,these n***as pushed my cemetery dream Lean my body if they could And wished ya die, I wished ya coward motherf**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 a** 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 n***as in the game My daddy, gangsterism pumpin' d up in my vein Should I k** a n***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 b**h Cause now a days these b**hes 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 b**hes and these n***as got me goin' through some thangs I'm going through some thangs I'm going through some thangs These b**hes and these n***as got me goin' through some thangs [Master P talks] Going through somethangs, ya heard me? I done made it out the ghetto And every n***a that I know, that still there Think I owe them somthing And every motherf**in' n***a that was down with me Or wanted to be, wanna be just like me They think I owe them something Every b**h I stopped f**ing with Thank I owe them something Know what I'm sayin'? n***a can't even ride in his motherf**in' car n***a can't even walk though the streets Without a motherf**er thinkin' a n***a who think he owe him some I got mine, and you can get yours Motherf**ers in my family They think a n***a just got boo-coo money Just a blown on them, just to give to a motherf**er That don't wanna do nothing for theyselves motherf**er Be a real motherf**er, be a TRU n***a, get ya own Damn, can't even mourn the dead anymore Without motherf**ers thinking if you a big n***a in the hood You must be stickin' prices on other n***as heads But I'm bigger than that n***a I got family in the Caliope, the Magnolia, and the Saint Bernard n***a