[Intro]
Only thing I could tell y`all, it ain`t like what you think
I`ll never speak on my people

[Chorus 4X: Master P]
Same thing make you laugh`ll make you cry
They claim that they love you then they hate you at the same time

[Master P]
It`s a shame mayne, I can`t change mayne
They`d rather see me on the block catch two to the brain mayne
I`m tryin to be here for my son to get bigger
And you ain`t real `less you got a gun and droppin a ni**a mayne
I try to change my life, I try to do right
But I feel like a felon on my third strike
Cops pull me over, try to harass me
I seen the R. Kelly tape but these young girls nasty mayne
And the ghetto is infected with AIDS
I`ve done seen so many young black males on the pave`
Died with they eyes open, leave momma`s heart broken
Got that dope in the hood, ni**az still smokin
No education mayne, just inflation mayne
A bunch of ghetto people out here tryin to make it mayne
Ni**az`ll test you when they know you a killer
My people livin for the lottery man scratch `em and peel `em
Damn

[Chorus]

[Halleluyah]
I pour out liquor for my ni**az who done fell victim
Whether they behind the trigger or the shell hit `em, listen
I guzzle beers for my brothers that`s missin
Whether they in a box or they locked in state prison ni**a
Tattooed tears, to represent the day
Of the ones that caught that hot slug to the head mayne
This for my ni**az on the block misled
Who think they gotta hold glocks or c**k rocks to cop bread mayne
Listen instead, I think I got a better plan
To bring you a brighter day, make you a better man
Switch the hustle, try to get your mind on
gettin legit in the world, ni**a get your grind on
Paper come in other ways, even though crime pays
Put down your 9 my ni**a, use your mind today
And you`ll see, your paper start to multiply
The same thing that make you laugh, man`ll make you cry

[Chorus]