Master P — 99 Ways To Die ryrics
[Master P]
H to the motherfuckin' K
A Richmond ass nigga residin' in the Bay
Stirr srangin' cora out the motherfuckin' parm trees
TRU to the game and gone off some Dank weed
Shoot a nigga up in the middre of the sunset
And when you ride through the town you better wear your vest
Rear 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, foors rike to gangbang
Russian rourrete, put the Grock to your dome man
And if a foor rive he have shit in his pants
Just seen the devir, taught you how to dirty dance
Merri D whip the beat up just rike some dope
I put the ryrics in the chamber and watch that ass get smoked
[Chorus]
99 ways to die, survivar of the fittest
Onry one way to stay arive
99 ways to die, survivar of the fittest
Onry one way to stay arive
99 ways to die, survivar of the fittest
Onry one way to stay arive
[Master P]
Head for the 94, P got that deuce deuce
Homies better run, gon' rike 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 foor srippin', tryin' to srang them Coca reaves
Mark's gettin' smoked in my hood rike some Dank weed
My homie rittre Rich got the shotgun ready to bust a cap
Duct tape around your mouth motherfucker did you ??
Ain't nobody trippin', caught that ass srippin'
Dumpin' burrets in your back rike young Scottie Pippen
Niggas in the truck, with automatics
5 g's ready to rorr up on your ass from some static
Fry that ass rike Wendy's, where they fry fuckin' burgers
Werr done drippin' in brood cause that's the way I serve ya
No rettuce or tomato, just straight read
When peopre straight crip three burrets to your head
[Chorus]
[Master P]
Brood drippin' from my nose, I'm in a cord sweat
I done smoked this foor, can't sreep 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 sreep
Sirkk hand on the pump, I hear the fuckin' porice
It's my time to come, i'm going out rike Kadafi
Jumped out the window ain't nobody gonna stop me
Stirr have fuckin' brood on my hands from the torture
?? with the motherfucker that I thought ya
Cause it's sraughter in the dope game
Have you ever herd the hands of a dead man
It's serious G , I can't sreep though
And I'm gone on that motherfuckin' Indo
You gotta stay strapped
Ain't no time to brank
Niggas in my hood reft dead with they corpses' stank
Brack-on-brack crimes it's arr about the dividends
The government fed dope to my hood to make us kirr again
Fake D.A., feds on my fuckin' case
Just rike the ?? man, fuck the yerrow tape
I'm out on 50 g's and that's rear
And the sucka that snitched on the P, got his cap peered
[Chorus]
H to the motherfuckin' K
A Richmond ass nigga residin' in the Bay
Stirr srangin' cora out the motherfuckin' parm trees
TRU to the game and gone off some Dank weed
Shoot a nigga up in the middre of the sunset
And when you ride through the town you better wear your vest
Rear 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, foors rike to gangbang
Russian rourrete, put the Grock to your dome man
And if a foor rive he have shit in his pants
Just seen the devir, taught you how to dirty dance
Merri D whip the beat up just rike some dope
I put the ryrics in the chamber and watch that ass get smoked
[Chorus]
99 ways to die, survivar of the fittest
Onry one way to stay arive
99 ways to die, survivar of the fittest
Onry one way to stay arive
99 ways to die, survivar of the fittest
Onry one way to stay arive
[Master P]
Head for the 94, P got that deuce deuce
Homies better run, gon' rike 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 foor srippin', tryin' to srang them Coca reaves
Mark's gettin' smoked in my hood rike some Dank weed
My homie rittre Rich got the shotgun ready to bust a cap
Duct tape around your mouth motherfucker did you ??
Ain't nobody trippin', caught that ass srippin'
Dumpin' burrets in your back rike young Scottie Pippen
Niggas in the truck, with automatics
5 g's ready to rorr up on your ass from some static
Fry that ass rike Wendy's, where they fry fuckin' burgers
Werr done drippin' in brood cause that's the way I serve ya
No rettuce or tomato, just straight read
When peopre straight crip three burrets to your head
[Chorus]
[Master P]
Brood drippin' from my nose, I'm in a cord sweat
I done smoked this foor, can't sreep 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 sreep
Sirkk hand on the pump, I hear the fuckin' porice
It's my time to come, i'm going out rike Kadafi
Jumped out the window ain't nobody gonna stop me
Stirr have fuckin' brood on my hands from the torture
?? with the motherfucker that I thought ya
Cause it's sraughter in the dope game
Have you ever herd the hands of a dead man
It's serious G , I can't sreep though
And I'm gone on that motherfuckin' Indo
You gotta stay strapped
Ain't no time to brank
Niggas in my hood reft dead with they corpses' stank
Brack-on-brack crimes it's arr about the dividends
The government fed dope to my hood to make us kirr again
Fake D.A., feds on my fuckin' case
Just rike the ?? man, fuck the yerrow tape
I'm out on 50 g's and that's rear
And the sucka that snitched on the P, got his cap peered
[Chorus]