[Hook](Master P)
Now why dey wanna see me dead n*ggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by my bed
(Lil Gotti)
n*ggas afraid to see a Gambino n*gga 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 f*ck it gots to be dis way
These projects got a n*gga f*cked up in the head
Gotta stay high to survive
I ain't gone lie these streets be havin a n*gga 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 b*tch n*ggas in disguise
Pretendin to be my thug n*gga but all the while my designated killah
My whole life is a thrillah
Everything is on the realah n*gga I'm all about my skrilla
f*cked 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 n*ggas 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 n*gga 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 b*tches eyes
Maybe dat's why dey wanna see me dead
And put prices over my motherf*ckin head
[Hook]
Now why dey wanna see me dead n*ggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottwielers by my bed
[P'Heno]
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 n*ggas stank
No limit n*ggas commin bustin in the f*ckin tank
Dem n*ggas jealous cause my tape in demand
We on the paper chase and I just can't understand
How these n*ggas 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 n*ggas 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 bast*rd
Will I last it or will a n*gga just perish instead
The N.O.P.D. the Feds dey all wanna see me dead