Master P - Hands Of A Dead Man Lyrics
[verse-1]As they shackled and chained me for a murder caseOut the hood on my way to cyaAnd from cya to the pembrookeIf they find the murder weapon I get 10 moreBut just like a g I remained calmNo witnesses a few more weeks Ill be going homeBut as the *****ing police car drove off gI started thinking about my mother*****ing familyAbout the dope game must of been the wrong moveI still here my pops saying nigga stay in schoolBut once you shackled and chained aint no turning backYou get in front of the judge nigga you can tell your factsI fell asleep in the back of the cop carWoke up ? ? bout a motha*****ing phone callAnd as they booked me I had a mouthful of crackAnd when I shit tonight ***** Im gone get it backI must be daydreaming Im thinking about my *****Til this mother*****er woke me up and cough quickAnd as they checked me butt ***** and balls danglingWith 50 other mother*****ers in the shower sayingYo man check this outYou gotta sleep with one eye open and one eye closed foolThis your first time in jail nigga gone need some friendsBy the way youngster whats your name[verse-2]You can call me killer on the streets its the dopemanAnd like scarface you gotta let your nuts hangI put my glock up to a fool dont move gSee in 94 suckers catching lugiesBut aint nobody tripping on the black manYou either learn to dope deal or you gang bangSee in the ghetto a life dont mean shitAnd most blacks they dont know about politicsAnd once you marked for death than your ass is smokedCause niggas dying young in the ghettoGang banging that can get you 40 to lifeSo choose your casket red, blue or whiteAnd once you gone aint no mother*****ing coming backThe way you live is the way you gone die blackGlocks pulled on this sucker for selling dopeNigga owe me money so you know he gotta go*****ing with my stash Im gone kick that assSpend 17 rounds as they stuff him in a bodybagEven though I know Im living *****ing ignorantI guess thats the shit that got me in the penBut since Im in, I guess I got to hold my groundMake a second case so mother*****ers ? ? downHit the weights on a mother*****ing daily basisAnd keep my mouth closed and always remember facesCause once you in jail you aint nothing but a number blackYou never know when the *****er going to call you backId rather sleep in some mother*****ing quick sandThey 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
