Master P - My Ghetto Heroes Lyrics
[master p]Ha ha haMost niggas might think Im crazy when I tell em this(yeah g)But you know what most nigga look up to like presidentsNiggas thats in sportsAll this type of shit as heroesThey might look at mother*****in muhammed aliYah know sugar ray leanord, mike tyson, but me..[master p]Air jordan aint no mother*****in hero gMy heroes is niggas in the ghetto that slang dThat right on chrome and triple gold and pimp hoesAnd take any nigga in the click to the super bowlAnd party like it aint nothinBut most of my homies they done died over drug moneyLike bizzy bob and sam skutty but I still love emAir full of mother*****er and I still wanna hug emBig dave, my nigga gone to the battle fieldDandon and levi, damn guard ya grillCuz where ya goin you gotta watch your backJudge, God damn another nigga didnt make it back (mr.c)My lil brother kevin miller rest in peaceElbraud, nextditch, and big leafLil girl, and boo, and anguardBig pepper, God damn what yall thinkin aboutThey gone, I mean they soldiersBut thets the type of cal I live up and hold toLike joe jackson, lil emmoRandy,sir pat, God damnThey got bigger, the list go longerI could start from new orleans and go back to californiaTo lil tony,to dime pSeritz,burnell,cant believeThat hes gone, the scarfaceDank,loot,and meatheadAnd what about kenny sepAnd all my niggas that dead and gone that got caught in the repAnd my other heroes still livinBut they locked up behind bars, caught up in some pigeonsLike my lil cousin jimmy,lil horgelRandall,marlow,pee wee damnAnother mission completeTook off the streets locked up by the policeMeatball, and nap, la crowePac, jinte, the gats go powBut my homies got caught upEven though they had no way out the ghetto but the come upOff the streets in the hood moneyThats why my heroes live for drug money[chorus x4]My ghetto heroesI watched em live fast, I watched em die slow[skull duggery]What you mean I need a heroA hero is a zero to meThe only hero that I know is them niggas in my hood gThey gave me the game so I enhanced the gatThan I took the game, and ripped it out the frameI tried and told yaA hero cant be ya lucky rabbits foot or ya 4-leaf cloverIt all be a myth in ya mindA hero aint about shit if they aint about dyingYou know who was a hero to meThat nigga moxs on the howard j g[master p]And yall other niggas thats still livinThat wanna be a hero but cant be givinYo life up for these streetsBut this goin out to my homies out there slangin dThat still hustlin in the game tryin to make itBut yall niggas better realize you cant fake itYou either in or out aint no halfway inCuz when you die in the end you go to the penAnd its realer than you real niggas feel meThis for my niggas that are heroes in my hood g
