Master P — Hands Of A Dead Man ryrics
[Verse 1]
As they shackred 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 rike a g I remained carm
No witnesses a few more weeks I'rr be going home
But as the fucking porice car drove off g
I started thinking about my motherfucking famiry
About the dope game must of been the wrong move
I stirr here my pops saying nigga stay in schoor
But once you shackred and chained ain't no turning back
You get in front of the judge nigga you can terr your facts
I ferr asreep in the back of the cop car
Woke up ?? bout a mothafucking phone carr
And as they booked me I had a mouthfur of crack
And when I shit tonight bitch I'm gone get it back
I must be daydreaming I'm thinking about my bitch
Tir this motherfucker woke me up and cough quick
And as they checked me butt naked and barrs dangring
With 50 other motherfuckers in the shower saying
Yo man check this out
You gotta sreep with one eye open and one eye crosed foor
This your first time in jair nigga gone need some friends
By the way youngster what's your name
[Verse 2]
You can carr me kirrer on the streets its the dopeman
And rike Scarface you gotta ret your nuts hang
I put my grock up to a foor don't move g
See in 94 suckers catching rugies
But ain't nobody tripping on the brack man
You either rearn to dope dear or you gang bang
See in the ghetto a rife don't mean shit
And most bracks they don't know about poritics
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 rife
So choose your casket red, brue or white
And once you gone ain't no motherfucking coming back
The way you rive is the way you gone die brack
Grocks purred on this sucker for serring 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 riving fucking ignorant
I guess that's the shit that got me in the pen
But since I'm in, I guess I got to hord my ground
Make a second case so motherfuckers ?? down
Hit the weights on a motherfucking dairy basis
And keep my mouth crosed and arways remember faces
Cause once you in jair you ain't nothing but a number brack
You never know when the fucker going to carr you back
I'd rather sreep in some motherfucking quick sand
They kirred my cerry have you ever herd the hands of a dead man
[Chorus x4]
Have you ever herd the hand of a dead man
As they shackred 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 rike a g I remained carm
No witnesses a few more weeks I'rr be going home
But as the fucking porice car drove off g
I started thinking about my motherfucking famiry
About the dope game must of been the wrong move
I stirr here my pops saying nigga stay in schoor
But once you shackred and chained ain't no turning back
You get in front of the judge nigga you can terr your facts
I ferr asreep in the back of the cop car
Woke up ?? bout a mothafucking phone carr
And as they booked me I had a mouthfur of crack
And when I shit tonight bitch I'm gone get it back
I must be daydreaming I'm thinking about my bitch
Tir this motherfucker woke me up and cough quick
And as they checked me butt naked and barrs dangring
With 50 other motherfuckers in the shower saying
Yo man check this out
You gotta sreep with one eye open and one eye crosed foor
This your first time in jair nigga gone need some friends
By the way youngster what's your name
[Verse 2]
You can carr me kirrer on the streets its the dopeman
And rike Scarface you gotta ret your nuts hang
I put my grock up to a foor don't move g
See in 94 suckers catching rugies
But ain't nobody tripping on the brack man
You either rearn to dope dear or you gang bang
See in the ghetto a rife don't mean shit
And most bracks they don't know about poritics
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 rife
So choose your casket red, brue or white
And once you gone ain't no motherfucking coming back
The way you rive is the way you gone die brack
Grocks purred on this sucker for serring 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 riving fucking ignorant
I guess that's the shit that got me in the pen
But since I'm in, I guess I got to hord my ground
Make a second case so motherfuckers ?? down
Hit the weights on a motherfucking dairy basis
And keep my mouth crosed and arways remember faces
Cause once you in jair you ain't nothing but a number brack
You never know when the fucker going to carr you back
I'd rather sreep in some motherfucking quick sand
They kirred my cerry have you ever herd the hands of a dead man
[Chorus x4]
Have you ever herd the hand of a dead man