Master P - Ride

Picture this nigga me a ghetto millionaire
and all my fucking enemies evaporated (evaporated)
only the real can feel me (only the real)

Let's ride this one's for the killers and dealers
still bout it bout it nigga now the world gone feel it (3X)

stomach pains in the ghetto and I'm starving
but picture me a third ward nigga ballina house on the lake and one on the hill
imagine in a ferrari worth millions in dollar bills
if the game won't change me these niggas won't tame me
this bitches won't bring me and everybody blame me
niggas gettin' paid started from the streets
if a nigga don't hustle then mama don't eat
I live my life with some thugs I run with killers and G's
tech-nine and Oz's gone off hennessy and weed