The Ghetto's Tryin To Kill Me
(master p)
I don't know where i'm going to
But selling dope is the only thing i knows how to do
Damn indo you got to handle that dank time tonight
I'm deep in the game i can't sleep at night
And mommy praying cause she know her boy ain't living right
And when i die they say i'm going out in gunsmoke
Cause i refuse to be broke up in this ghetto
See i been tripping all life cause life is a damn trip
And when i leave the house you know i'm carrying an extra clip
See in the 90's things all gone change
I never thought i'd grow up to be the dope man
But in reality i guess i damn lost it all
Just the other day i put my brother's name on the wall
Rest in peace, yeah they killed him g
I know one day somebody is going to try to kill the p
And if they do i guess it was my time to go
But if they miss me you will be reading about some dead folks
In other words can you fell me & if you from my hood
You know the ghetto's tryin to kill me
Chorus: repeat 2x
The ghetto's trin to kill me
They might send me to the pen but doing time doesn't scare me
(master p)
I'm selling dope & my baby mommy she wants me to quit
But i can't because the game gives me dividends
See in the game my hella partnas depend on me
So when i go out i'm going out like my dead homies
Forty g's two keys in the crackhouse
Po-po's on my trick, you know the p is going to smash out
Never trust nobody, can't even trust my chick
And when my kids grow up they know daddy's a lunitic
Driveby's in the ghetto happen all night long
Call me master p, killer call me al capone
Because when i die they probably won't remember me
But while i'm here those marks can't fade the p
You seeing fatal when you mess with this dope click
But if you run on the p you get your wig split
For the jealous suckers that's out to kill me
I'm going to reverse the game partna, can you feel me
Chorus: repeat 2x
(silkk)
I lost 2 brothers in the gear & i can't cope
I try to go straight, but i still end up selling dope
Reminiscing on my childhood, but it ain't the same
I never thought my occupation was going to be the dope game
Two keys a day, you never see so much coke
Three o'clock in the morning chopping up dope
Reaching for my gat soon as i hear the slightest noise
Just come from a funeral, & it got me paranoid
Having flashbacks of this fool i smocked with my gat
He living, if he's real he'll be coming back
But if i'm going out i'm going out with a bang
Suckers jealous because silkk riding on those thangs
Having visions on how i'm going to die g
Will i die up in this game or will i die in my sleep
That's why i'm packing a p, y'all should feel me
I ain't paranoid, i know this ghetto is tryin to kill me
Chorus: repeat 4x
Yeah like my partna too $hort said
"get in where you fit in
Just remember life is too $hort"
