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Utwór: Hands of dead man

  • wykonawca: Master P
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     As they shackled and chained me for a murder case
  Out the hood on my way to CYA
  And from CYA to the Pembrooke
  If they find the murder weapon I get 10 more
  But just like a g I remained calm
  No witnesses a few more weeks I'll be going home
  But as the fucking police car drove off g
  I started thinking about my motherfucking family
  About the dope game must of been the wrong move
  I still here my pops saying nigga stay in school
  But once you shackled and chained ain't no turning back
  You get in front of the judge nigga you can tell your facts
  I fell asleep in the back of the cop car
  Woke up ?? bout a mothafucking phone call
  And as they booked me I had a mouthful of crack
  And when I shit tonight bitch I'm gone get it back
  I must be daydreaming I'm thinking about my bitch
  Til this motherfucker woke me up and cough quick
  And as they checked me butt naked and balls dangling
  With 50 other motherfuckers in the shower saying
  
  
  Yo man check this out
  You gotta sleep with one eye open and one eye closed fool
  This your first time in jail nigga gone need some friends
  By the way youngster what's your name
  
  
  
  [Verse-2]
  
  You can call me killer on the streets its the dopeman
  And like Scarface you gotta let your nuts hang
  I put my glock up to a fool don't move g
  See in 94 suckers catching lugies
  But ain't nobody tripping on the black man
  You either learn to dope deal or you gang bang
  See in the ghetto a life don't mean shit
  And most blacks they don't know about politics
  And once you marked for death than your ass is smoked
  Cause niggas dying young in the ghetto
  Gang banging that can get you 40 to life
  So choose your casket red, blue or white
  And once you gone ain't no motherfucking coming back
  The way you live is the way you gone die black
  Glocks pulled on this sucker for selling dope
  Nigga owe me money so you know he gotta go
  Fucking with my stash I'm gone kick that ass
  Spend 17 rounds as they stuff him in a bodybag
  Even though I know I'm living fucking ignorant
  I guess that's the shit that got me in the pen
  But since I'm in, I guess I got to hold my ground
  Make a second case so motherfuckers ?? down
  Hit the weights on a motherfucking daily basis
  And keep my mouth closed and always remember faces
  Cause once you in jail you ain't nothing but a number black
  You never know when the fucker going to call you back
  I'd rather sleep in some motherfucking quick sand
  They killed my celly have you ever held the hands of a dead man
  
  (Chorus x4)
  Have you ever held the hand of a dead man
  

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