I`m Alright — текст песни (Master P)

[Intro]
I`m too strong to lose, I mean
My hustlin skills keep me in the game
I`ve got too much paper to fall off
Man you can take all kind of shots at me I`ll bounce back

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
You only get one life my nigga
And they steady throwin stones but I`m alright my nigga
The same way they did Christ my nigga
But I ain`t mad at `em, they hurtin and I`m alright my nigga

[Master P]
See I`m a Hustla homey and you a customer homey
I ain`t Cassidy or Jigga but you can`t touch me homey
I get my money from the block nigga the Ghetto Bill Gates
I got niggaz on my team from the South to the Bay
I didn`t change when I made it I kept stackin my bacon
I`m on the block hustlin hard like I`m black and Jamaican
First they love you then hate you, man these bitches`ll break you
From the streets to the pen, man these niggaz`ll fade you
Man yo` mother could take you, man yo` brother could hate you
I got cousins tryin to kill each other, catchin the vapors
Disown ya mayne, run up on ya mayne
Pops said what don`t kill you make you stronger mayne

[Chorus]

[Master P]
Niggaz rattin for cream, rappers switchin up teams
I`m like Michael Jordan nigga I`m tryin to follow my dream
Real niggaz gon` feel me, see these streets`ll kill me
But I`m out here thuggin tryin to feed these children
Turn my family against me, man these cops`ll flip me
Play my records if I die, like radio miss me
Ghetto niggaz made history, then the media hit me
I guess I ain`t controversy enough like Game and 50
I`m from the streets my nigga, pack that heat my nigga
I`m a boss but suit and ties that ain`t me my nigga
I`m from the hood my nigga, what`s good my nigga
Uptown, Callope, I`m a bull my nigga
I`m on the block gettin paper nigga you can`t hate me nigga
My son worth seven figures you can`t break me nigga
I`m on the grind gettin cheddar and cheese
And I started in the ghetto back in New Orleans
I`m a hustler homey

[Chorus]