I'm Alright Lyrics - Ghetto Bill - 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 

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[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] 

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[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]