Y`all Don`t Know lyrics

Artist  : Master P 
Song : Y`all Don`t Know



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 "Y'all Don't Know"
(feat. 241, Ghetto
Commission)

[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

[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?

[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?)