99 Ways To Die
(专辑: 99 Ways To Die - 1995)
[Master P] H
to the
motherfucking K
A
Richmond ass nigga residing in the
Bay Still slanging cola out the
motherfucking palm trees TRU to the
game and gone off some Dank weed Shoot a
nigga up in the
middle of the
sunset And when you ride through the
town you better wear your vest Real East Bay gangsta, the P
is not a
prankster Put the
nina to your a
jaw and watch a
nigga gank ya See it's a
turf thing, fools like to gangbang Russian roullete, put the
Glock to your dome man And if a
fool live he have shit in his pants Just seen the
devil, taught you how to dirty dance Merri D
whip the
beat up just like some dope I
put the
lyrics in the
chamber and watch that ass get smoked [Chorus] 99 ways to die, survival of the
fittest Only one way to stay alive 99 ways to die, survival of the
fittest Only one way to stay alive 99 ways to die, survival of the
fittest Only one way to stay alive [Master P] Head for the
94, P
got that deuce deuce Homies better run, gon' like psycho ready to bust a
few 23rd street, I'm posted in the
cut Southside of the
Rich, TRU don't give a
fuck Caught a
fool slipping, trying to slang them Coca leaves Mark's getting smoked in my hood like some Dank weed My homie little Rich got the
shotgun ready to bust a
cap Duct tape around your mouth motherfucker did you ?? Ain't nobody tripping, caught that ass slipping Dumping bullets in your back like young Scottie Pippen Niggas in the
truck, with automatics 5
g's ready to roll up on your ass from some static Fry that ass like Wendy's, where they fry fucking burgers Well done dripping in blood cause that's the
way I
serve ya No lettuce or tomato, just straight lead When people straight clip three bullets to your head [Chorus] [Master P] Blood dripping from my nose, I'm in a
cold sweat I
done smoked this fool, can't sleep I
need a
cigarette O.G. but it's time for me to put in work I
mean cock the
trigger, time to do my own dirt King guard the
window, I
toss and turn in my sleep Silkk hand on the
pump, I
hear the
fucking police It's my time to come, i'm going out like Kadafi Jumped out the
window ain't nobody gonna stop me Still have fucking blood on my hands from the
torture ?? with the
motherfucker that I
thought ya Cause it's slaughter in the
dope game Have you ever held the
hands of a
dead man It's serious G , I
can't sleep though And I'm gone on that motherfucking Indo You gotta stay strapped Ain't no time to blank Niggas in my hood left dead with they corpses' stank Black-on-black crimes it's all about the
dividends The
government fed dope to my hood to make us kill again Fake D.A., feds on my fucking case Just like the
?? man, fuck the
yellow tape I'm out on 50 g's and that's real And the
sucka that snitched on the
P, got his cap peeled [Chorus]