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Song title: Master P - Why They Wanna See Me Dead (feat. Gambino Family)

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Featuring The Gambino Family] 
 *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