Master P - Itch Or Scratch Lyrics
[master p]Niggaz, see this one here?You see this one here?Goes out to every soldierette and every soldierCross the mother*****in boardI dont give a ***** where you fromIts how you comeIf you want the hook up, this how its goin downPrime suspect, fiend, and macYall gonna feel thisChorus: x4Niggaz get your scratch, *****es get your paperSoldiers live life to the fullest fo they take yaP, I wasnt made for this worldIm in it like lifetimes before mineFor sure, crime, ya made me?Then grudgenly enslave meYeah, ya paid me, but barely enough to meet my reachTook it from me, so all I got is billboard recieptsTo each, his ownI thought my peace was with my chromeBut is knowin my homies souls, the rest are goneHip is on, when my mama go to work for the early mornRappin, but my extra muscle hustles for my unbornAll alone, dealin with some types of riskThat nigga, riley smith, made murder, one hundred and fifthNow get this, how can I ease the pain?And if you got the hook up, put your boy, feet in the game (uhh!)Chorus x2So what you want soldier?Close your eye, make a wishNigga tryin to come up, is like tryin to drown a fishWhen the drama run up, nobody wanna enlistSun down, sun up, we handle minds like thisSoldier rag, in this what the *****, lookin and never shookFlip the wrong page on me, Ill close ya bookHold the po for us, got the 5-0s to show for usUp in the backseat, we cuts loose, and up these handcuffsAnd spit, this for my nigga meeks, still in the hoodTold me to give him the hook up, shit aint lookin that goodI lay my live down, pray, God judge my heartForgive me for sins, I was only playin my partIve been to war before, but survival is never for sureWill I make a million bucks, or will they bury me poor?I never know, so Im dessed up, when I walk the city streetsTo keep the heat, for peace Im on the seat21 at least niggaChorus x2Will your scratch get snatched in a murder cap?Nigga snake crack, watch they own back, and it aint about rapWe bring the noise, lost boys with no causeSlangin toys, for the fact, we jack and kidnap, we wanted by the big boysMan I was born in this world of sinI played the cards I was given, aint got a quarter so Im stuck in itGhetto livin still find time to smile through it allPrayin up to the good lord, humbley yoursAnd it hurt, cause the ooze man is pure at heartGot the game from the start, hopin it dont tear me apartYoung black deliquent with a ghetto smileHe want it, I want it, I aint the only nigga on itOnly nigga hungryA trooper tryin to make it betterFor me and mine, within my timeSo when they take my lifeline, dont trip, I lived it to the fullestAnd made every kind of man feel glock wehn he pulled thisChorus till end
