Lời bài hát: Master P. Gameface. The Farm.

[Master P Talking]
I'm out here hustlin' tryna get mine, but imagine
You know what?
I mean, society treat me like I'm a insect
where I'm from? You know what I'm sayin?
Mama wasn't there, Papa wasn't there, I had to get out
Ha Ha

there and get it how I live. ya heard me?
[chorus]4x
Mama gone, Daddy wasn't home
We live that thug life, I mean that drug life
Collard greens and grits, we was slangin on the farm
[Master P]

Cop somethin, flip it whodi, I mean I'm alright
I got my own paper, I learned to shake a hater
And I be droppin keys, lil whodi, smokin weed
I'm high tech, got computers in the navigator
3rd ward Calliope, whodi, it's New Orleans
You know I'm ballin, shot callin
You need somethin, holla atcha boy, whatcha need
One up in the chamber, slang that iron, you know I don't fight
City of that china white, I got my game tight
Big Tyme hitta mane, I got the skrilla mane

Step on my toes whodi, and I'ma killa mane
Catch you slippin at night, and leave yo head damp
Represent that Boot Camp, don't take no food stamps
Cause I'ma tall hitta, and ya'll some small hittas
You know you played wit fire, now you gone fall hitta

[chorus]

[Master P]
I'm not a doctor, Professional blocker
I'm like Paul Hardy, I'm in yo bone gristle
Call me two pistols, I make that chrome whistle
I see a Vic in the hood, I short stop ya
Grab me a 'K, I handle my business and I mask up
Now get the car whodi, it's time to gas up
I'm on the run mane, It aint no fun mane
Tryna change my life but I'm back, to doin the same thang
Penitentiary bounded, but well grounded
Seven years later, I'm smilin and ya'll frownin

[chorus] until end