In 1989, he inherited $10,000 from his grandfather and opened a record store called No Limit, which he later converted to a record label. He used the label to promote his first album in 1991. The label has released and produced albums by other artists such as Snoop Dogg, Mystikal, and Miller's siblings and son.
He is also an actor and film producer, appearing in both movies and television. He has made guest appearances on "CSI: NY", "OZ", "Moesha", and his son's series "Romeo". His film appearances include the comedy "Uncle P," "I Got the Hook-Up," the action film "Hollywood Homicide", and computer hacking movie "Takedown". He also made a brief and uncredited appearance in "Scary Movie 3." He has also recently starred in a low-budget comedy film called "Black Supaman," featuring appearances from an all star cast of comedians
Farm
Master P Lyrics
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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
[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 ain't 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
Master P’s song “Farm” is about his upbringing in New Orleans and the struggles he faced growing up in poverty. The opening monologue reveals that society treated him like an insect and he had to hustle to get by since his parents were absent while he was growing up. The chorus of the song mentions that his mother was gone and father wasn’t home, and highlights the harsh realities of living in poverty where they had to resort to dealing drugs and slangin’ on the farm. The verse talks about how he makes his money and doesn’t have to worry about anyone hating on him, and brags about his possession of high tech products like computers in his navigator. He also claims to be a big hitta which contrasts with the small hittas, who he later threatens by stating that he will kill them if they step on his toes. The song ends with a verse where he reflects on his criminal past and how he spent seven years in prison and yet he is still smiling, while others who didn’t have to do time are frowning.
Overall, the song Farm delves into the life of Master P and his experience growing up in poverty during his childhood. It highlights the grim realities that many people in society face, but it also celebrates the strength and the hustle that people have and the ways in which they can survive through their struggles.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm out here hustlin' tryna get mine, but imagine
I am continuously working hard to earn a living, and can you imagine
You know what?
Do you know what I mean?
I mean, society treat me like I'm a insect
I'm treated as if I'm nobody, by the society
Where I'm from? You know what I'm sayin?
Do you understand what it's like where I come from?
Mama wasn't there, Papa wasn't there, I had to get out
My parents weren't around, so I had to fend for myself
Ha Ha
there and get it how I live. ya heard me?
I had to make a living for myself, can you understand?
Mama gone, Daddy wasn't home
My mother was gone and father wasn't around
We live that thug life, I mean that drug life
We live a life indulging in drugs and thuggery
Collard greens and grits, we was slangin on the farm
We were selling drugs on a farm even while surviving on limited resources like collard greens and grits
Cop somethin, flip it whodi, I mean I'm alright
Buy something and then sell it for more money, that way I'm doing okay financially
I got my own paper, I learned to shake a hater
I am self-sufficient and have learned to evade those who hate me
And I be droppin keys, lil whodi, smokin weed
I sell drugs and smoke marijuana
I'm high tech, got computers in the navigator
I am technologically sound and have installed computers in my vehicle
3rd ward Calliope, whodi, it's New Orleans
I'm from the Third Ward Calliope neighborhood in New Orleans, Louisiana
You know I'm ballin, shot callin
I'm living a luxurious life and making important decisions
You need somethin, holla atcha boy, whatcha need
If you need anything, let me know what you need
One up in the chamber, slang that iron, you know I don't fight
I always carry a loaded gun and I avoid physical fights
City of that china white, I got my game tight
I sell high-quality cocaine, and I'm an expert at what I do
Big Tyme hitta mane, I got the skrilla mane
I'm a big-time drug dealer and I make a lot of money
Step on my toes whodi, and I'ma killa mane
If you mess with me, I will kill you
Catch you slippin at night, and leave yo head damp
If I catch you off guard at night, I will kill you
Represent that Boot Camp, don't take no food stamps
I am loyal to Boot Camp gang and I don't accept part payment for drugs using food stamps
Cause I'ma tall hitta, and ya'll some small hittas
I'm a big-time dealer and others are small-time dealers
You know you played wit fire, now you gone fall hitta
You messed with me, and now you're going to pay for it
I'm not a doctor, Professional blocker
I'm not educated, but I'm an expert at evading law enforcement
I'm like Paul Hardy, I'm in yo bone gristle
I'm similar to Paul Hardy, I put myself in the midst of conflict and danger
Call me two pistols, I make that chrome whistle
I have two guns and I can make them go off quickly
I see a Vic in the hood, I short stop ya
If I see an undercover cop in the neighborhood, I will quickly end my drug dealing and evade them
Grab me a 'K, I handle my business and I mask up
I equip myself with a Kalashnikov rifle and conceal my face before conducting my drug deals
Now get the car whodi, it's time to gas up
Now get in the car, it's time to go
I'm on the run mane, It ain't no fun mane
I'm on the run from the law, and it's not a fun situation
Tryna change my life but I'm back, to doin the same thang
I'm trying to change my life, but I always end up back in the dangerous world of drug dealing
Penitentiary bounded, but well grounded
I'm likely to end up in prison but, I'm strong enough to handle it
Seven years later, I'm smilin and ya'll frownin
Seven years later, I'm doing well and succeeding, while others are struggling
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