What's up, Warner, this is Master P, a.k.a. the Ghetto Bill Gates.
You heard me, lil' one, a.k.a. Pistol Pete.
I'm coming at y'all with a ghetto public service announcement.
It's a serious issue, lil' one.
It's a lot of angry, broke rappers out there, running they dick suckers.
That even sound like they got a little bitch in them.
May even be doped up.
But when times get hard, they choose to bang on wax.
A little word of advice,
Rhyming, stealing, killing.
Other rappers on records do not make you a thug.
I repeat, rhyming, stealing, killing.
Other rappers on records do not make you a thug.
It's a true sign that you're seeking attention.
You need help.
You don't know what you're doing.
You're paranoid.
You're probably working for the police,
because you're telling somebody what you're going to do on a record.
The street definitely not going to respect you.
You know, you probably was a coward before you became a rapper.
You probably used to get your ass whooped in your past life.
And now you're using a formal way of words to take out your frustration
on other people that's doing better than you.
Or even turn your back up on somebody that you once called your friend.
That's a sign of unloyalty, cowardness.
In other words, nigga, you ain't nothing but about a dollar.
And that's some bitch ass shit.
Remember that.
After you get your five minutes of fame from the local DJs
that may think this shit is funny.
Nigga, music is not funny.
This is not a sitcom where funny is money.
You got to realize you broke.
You still in the hood, nigga.
You not rich.
Now your friends not laughing no more.
Your own homies don't want to ride with you, smoke with you.
The DJ's not playing your music no more.
Your hood don't respect you.
What you going to rep, nigga?
You don't stand for shit.
This ain't the old days when banging on wax was cute, nigga.
This shit is real.
You can't go to clubs no more.
The only motherfuckers going to entertain you to write about you is XXL
because they into that old bitch ass shit.
Nigga, you can't even go out of town because niggas in other hoods ain't going to respect you.
You know what?
When you get out there and look into the eyes of niggas that you talk about, fans.
And some of these niggas may have even millions of motherfucking fans.
And when you look into the eyes of real niggas that's throwing shit at you on stage.
And before you run off, nigga, you realize that you ain't no motherfucking rapper.
You a motherfucking heckler.
And you ain't no motherfucking hustler because hustlers make it happen, nigga.
We don't talk about it.
In hard times, we stick together, nigga.
Pressure ain't nothing to a real nigga.
Hard times ain't nothing to a real nigga.
Family and love is something you can't pay for.
Remember that, pussy ass nigga.
Any nigga that rap about a nigga on a record is a bitch ass nigga.
That's one to grow on from the ghetto Bill Gates.
This public service announcement is over, nigga.
The new No Limit, we still doing it.
We could never fall off.
I got about three million buried in the backyard, nigga.
We have to go back.
You heard me?
Free C murder.
He not guilty.
That's what's happening.
This broadcast is not dedicated to any individual.
But if the shoe fit well, oh yeah.
Also vote no on Proposition 369.
That's the street against banging on wax.
No more propping on mixtapes or CDs due to controversial music.
Yeah, nigga, be original.
Rap about some real shit, nigga.
In other words, get a life.
All you motherfucking gangster motherfuckers that banging on wax.
I need to shut y'all motherfucking mouths.
I don't give a fuck if you local or nationwide, nigga.