Why They Wanna See Me Dead Lyrics
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Why They Wanna See Me Dead Lyricsby Master P Buy album CD: Other Songs 1 - H *Chorus* Now why dey wanna see me dead niggas put prices on my head now I got to Rottwielers by my bed *Verse 1* Niggas afraid to see a Gambino nigga get paid so my life be filled with blood shed late nights mommas cryin on the bed visulizin me in the grave now why the fuck it gots to be dis way these projects got a nigga fucked up in the head gotta stay high to survive, I ain't gone lie these streets be havin a nigga wanna die bein a breeder gots to stay alive keep close to my 4-5 keep my eyes on the prize can't be victimized by bitch niggas in disguise pretendin to be my thug nigga but all the while my designated killah my whole life is a thrillah everything is on the realah nigga I'm all about my skrilla fucked up and I kill ya I know you feel the pressure dat a thug goin through I wanna change but its hard to do when all my life I been true 2 da game pushin cane to represent my family name ain't a damn thang gone change its the same old same everytime I walk out my house these playa haters approach these niggas get smoked cause lord knows I ain't ready to go but when my time comes (but when my time comes) and my blood runs just blaze the blunt and watch over my son make sure dat his days okay dry the tears from his eye when dis nigga here die tell em I went to a place high next to a lot tell em dat I live my life as a wise guy and floss my ride and bust bitches eyes maybe dat's why dey wanna see me dead and put prices over my motherfuckin head *chorus* *2nd Verse* I think dey after me dey wanna see me dead 100 G's for the slugs dat enter my head but I ain't scared though we leavin niggas stank no limit niggas commin bustin in the fuckin tank dem niggas jealous cause my tape in demand we on the paper chase and I just can't understand how these niggas infiltraton findin out about my where abouts thought you did something kickin in my baby momma house I know your blood flowin with these evil thoughts of killin me but I'm like P always think somebodys watchin me other jealous folk got me under survielence wanna murder me and make me number 187 but I tell em if dey come dem niggas best come prepared puttin lead between yo heads and I'm leavin it dead cause dis 4th Ward soul ain't got no time for fools ( I guess dat what he sayin but he ain't pronouncin it right) 12 gauge unload now your brain exposed gotta get up out dis game because its gettin to drastic dodgin bullets cause dey wanna make my child a bastard will I last it or will a nigga just perish instead the N.O.P.D. the Feds dey all wanna see me dead
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