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Lyrics for Hands of a Dead Man by Master P:
| | | Artist: | Master P |
| | Album: | The Ghetto's Trying to Kill Me | | Track: | Hands of a Dead Man | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 236 | | | | Lyrics: | Verse 1]
As they shackled and chained me for a murder case
Out the hood on
my way to CYA
And from CYA to the Pembrooke
If they find the murder weapon I get 10
more
But just like a g I remained calm
No witnesses a few more weeks I'll be going
home
But as the fucking police car drove off g
I started thinking about my
motherfucking family
About the dope game must of been the wrong move
I still here my
pops saying nigga stay in school
But once you shackled and chained ain't no turning back
You get in front of the judge nigga you can tell your facts
I fell asleep in the back
of the cop car
Woke up ?? bout a mothafucking phone call
And as they booked me I had
a mouthful of crack
And when I shit tonight bitch I'm gone get it back
I must be
daydreaming I'm thinking about my bitch
Til this motherfucker woke me up and cough quick
And as they checked me butt naked and balls dangling
With 50 other motherfuckers in
the shower saying
Yo man check this out
You gotta sleep with one eye
open and one eye closed fool
This your first time in jail nigga gone need some friends
By the way youngster what's your name
[Verse-2]
You can call me killer on the streets its the dopeman
And like Scarface you gotta let
your nuts hang
I put my glock up to a fool don't move g
See in 94 suckers catching
lugies
But ain't nobody tripping on the black man
You either learn to dope deal or
you gang bang
See in the ghetto a life don't mean shit
And most blacks they don't
know about politics
And once you marked for death than your ass is smoked
Cause
niggas dying young in the ghetto
Gang banging that can get you 40 to life
So choose
your casket red, blue or white
And once you gone ain't no motherfucking coming back
The way you live is the way you gone die black
Glocks pulled on this sucker for selling dope
Nigga owe me money so you know he gotta go
Fucking with my stash I'm gone kick that
ass
Spend 17 rounds as they stuff him in a bodybag
Even though I know I'm living
fucking ignorant
I guess that's the shit that got me in the pen
But since I'm in, I
guess I got to hold my ground
Make a second case so motherfuckers ?? down
Hit the
weights on a motherfucking daily basis
And keep my mouth closed and always remember faces
Cause once you in jail you ain't nothing but a number black
You never know when the
fucker going to call you back
I'd rather sleep in some motherfucking quick sand
They
killed my celly have you ever held the hands of a dead man
(Chorus x4)
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