Master P - The Ghetto's Tryin To Kill Me Lyrics
(master p)I dont know where Im going toBut selling dope is the only thing I knows how to doDamn indo you got to handle that dank time tonightIm deep in the game I cant sleep at nightAnd mommy praying cause she know her boy aint living rightAnd when I die they say Im going out in gunsmokeCause I refuse to be broke up in this ghettoSee I been tripping all life cause life is a damn tripAnd when I leave the house you know Im carrying an extra clipSee in the 90s things all gone changeI never thought Id grow up to be the dope manBut in reality I guess I damn lost it allJust the other day I put my brothers name on the wallRest in peace, yeah they killed him gI know one day somebody is going to try to kill the pAnd if they do I guess it was my time to goBut if they miss me you will be reading about some dead folksIn other words can you fell me and if you from my hoodYou know the ghettos tryin to kill meChorus: repeat 2xThe ghettos trin to kill meThey might send me to the pen but doing time doesnt scare me(master p)Im selling dope and my baby mommy she wants me to quitBut I cant because the game gives me dividendsSee in the game my hella partnas depend on meSo when I go out Im going out like my dead homiesForty gs two keys in the crackhousePo-pos on my trick, you know the p is going to smash outNever trust nobody, cant even trust my chickAnd when my kids grow up they know daddys a luniticDrivebys in the ghetto happen all night longCall me master p, killer call me al caponeBecause when I die they probably wont remember meBut while Im here those marks cant fade the pYou seeing fatal when you mess with this dope clickBut if you run on the p you get your wig splitFor the jealous suckers thats out to kill meIm going to reverse the game partna, can you feel meChorus: repeat 2x(silkk)I lost 2 brothers in the gear and I cant copeI try to go straight, but I still end up selling dopeReminiscing on my childhood, but it aint the sameI never thought my occupation was going to be the dope gameTwo keys a day, you never see so much cokeThree oclock in the morning chopping up dopeReaching for my gat soon as I hear the slightest noiseJust come from a funeral, and it got me paranoidHaving flashbacks of this fool I smocked with my gatHe living, if hes real hell be coming backBut if Im going out Im going out with a bangSuckers jealous because silkk riding on those thangsHaving visions on how Im going to die gWill I die up in this game or will I die in my sleepThats why Im packing a p, yall should feel meI aint paranoid, I know this ghetto is tryin to kill meChorus: repeat 4xYeah like my partna too $hort saidGet in where you fit inJust remember life is too $hort
