[master p] Inside the ghetto you see kids with no shirts or shoes And no sweaters, and life is kinda cold, Little kids withdirty pampers and a God damn runny nose And moms never home, never really had a da Now what really going on? , now what should I do? My little brothers stomach growling in the God damn rich do Searching in the box for something to eat Knowing there aint gon be a God damn thing in there g In the middle of the night it get strange Sister baby keep crying they want milk man But she dont give a damn Shes out tricking for a hit dont give a fuck bout little sam And all night long the neighbors fussing my ear to the wall He beats us up and 2 hours later come the police Instead of helping honey rather fuck with me Its truly on the wall, want my eyes deep Now whats really going on g?
[big ed] Man this police fatality gotta stop ma Cause brother aint going out like rodney king no more
[master p] Little sammy grew up to be the neighborhood dope dealer, Big wheeler, cap peeler, never gave a damn bout another life Going to jail cause sam was just another night Money and dope was a trade But not enough money to save this motherfucks age Mama did sam like change Started ganking his own people like in the dope game And I better run out to a quarter That little sam wont live to see tomorrow And the government really dont gives a damn Cause every neighborhood you find a fucking sam Its some little kid with no pride But not enough education to survive A lotta people in it to win Dont a damn about the lives they lose in the system Its a shame, black politics and government Damn, uncle sam, so we retaliate, So who are you going to judge when we all make mistakes So I just move on You cant stop a nigga from writting a bout it in a song And I aint the one to get fucked In other words you mess with p its like pressing your luck And Im getting paid, And I aint gon let you treat every damn black man like a slave And if you do your wrong, now what really going on