Ghetto's Tryin to kill me
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 God 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 and 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
and 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 and 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, and 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"