Y'all Don't Know Lyrics - Only God Can Judge Me - Master P

[master p] 

Say brah 

In this game called life 

It's charces (choices), decisions, and consequences 

I decided to change my life, for the better [ya heard me? ] 

So anybody that's out there seeking conviction 

Because of profanity in my music 

Then you don't understand me or my people 

See my music is about keepin it real 

It's about the constant struggles that I been through in the ghetto 

So cain't (can't) no man or woman convey the sounds that I make. 

It don't get no realer than this 

[241] - singing while p speaks 

Y'all don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' problems) 

Y'all don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' problems) 

Y'all don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' problems) 

Y'all don't know what they put us through 

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[master p] 

Too many problems I can't sleep, you either strong or you weak 

See I was born to be a g, that's why I learned to flip a key 

From the cradle to the grave, you either a master or a slave 

Now who wanna get paid? but i'ma a hustler til I'm dead 

F**kin wrong road but it's the right route. 

Now picture me with the lights out! 

Who can I turn to when time's hard? 

Trust in no nigga, put my faith in god 

Cause penetentiaries, stayed packed (stay packed) 

Once you on the bus you might not come back 

To my homies doin time, keep your head up (head up) 

And to my soldiers on the street, don't get fed up (fed up) 

Sometime we do bad, but we all in it 

You gotta learn to dream, cause there's no limit, ya heard me? 

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[241] - singing 

Y'all don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' problems) 

Y'all don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' problems) 

Y'all don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' problems) 

Y'all don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' problems) 

[ghetto commission] 

Don't treat me like a disease, cause my skin darker than yers (yours) 

And my environment is hostile, nuttin like your suburbs 

I'm from the ghetto, home of poverty - drugs and guns 

Where hustlers night life for funds but, makin crumbs 

In the slums in the street, in the cold in the heat 

Rest in peace and then deceased but we still strugglin while you sleep 

And the game never change it's still the same since you passed 

We get beat and harassed, whenever them blue lights flash 

To the little homies in the hood, claimin wards and wearin rags 

Tryin to feel a part of a family he never had 

And it's sad, I feel his pain, I feel his wants 

To avoid bein locked up, there's do's and don'ts 

Use your head little soldier, keep the coke out your system 

That? out your veins, that won't do away with the pain 

Only prayers will get you through, ain't no use to bein foolish 

Ain't got one life to live, so be careful how you use it 

[241] - singing 

Y'all don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' problems) 

Y'all don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' problems) 

Y'all don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' problems) 

Y'all don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' problems) 

[master p] 

Haha. the mo' money you make, the mo' problems you gon' have 

The mo' people gon' want, the mo' they gon' wanna take it from you 

(the mo' they gon' want to steal from you) 

So keep your eyes open (they might even kill you to get it) 

(can't believe in nobody but God soldiers) 

There ain't no limit, ya heard me? 

(believe. none of what you hear and half of what you see, huh) 

(picture me ballin. think they wanna see a ghetto child 

Comin out the callio' project, makin forbes magazine, fortune? 

Huh, think they wanna see, a ghetto kid like me, make it in the nba? 

Huh, picture me ballin. uh-huh, picture all of us ballin 

Picture the haters fallin though, uh-heh 

It ain't no limit ya heard me? )