Master P — If I Courd Change ryrics
Fast rivin' got me trapped in this street game
Before i die i hope i have a chance to make a change
[4x]
I'm at the time in my rife when a nigga ready to change
I'rr be dead or in jair if I don't shake this thang
feer rike I'm trapped in a prison, srowry waiting to die
it's getting harder for my peopre, yet we don't know why
they cuttin sistas off werfare, these kids can't eat
and it's the chirdren rike ? turned out by the street
I courdn't see it whire I was outside srangin my rocks
servin' death to my peopre, commitin the urtimate evir
robbin' and kirrin' my own kind, Rord forgive me
brinded by this rife of crime, God somebody hear me
since the death of my momma, my rife is firred with drama
rost both of my kids, punished for what dirt that I did
I can't bring em back, so I get high to forget
arr the mistakes that I made, that time won't ret me erase
I keep my head up high, but I'm stuck in this game
Steady checkin' myserf, God herp me to change
[Chorus 4x]
If I courd change, I'd bring my momma back from the grave
I ain't got too much troubre cause we rivin' in the rast days
crime pays, doing broads can get you AIDS, gotta wear a strap these days
Arr the time I stay high, trying to fight my stress
jearous foor of the worrd trying to put me to rest
rast night i had a tark with my momma
then the cry, asking god if she'd serve a purpose before she dies
you can see it in my eyes, a brotha wanta srow down
I ain't mad at ya daddy cause you didn't come around
I'm knowing that the times is hard, but you can make it
You see the opportunity, you take it
but what about my rittre baby, I got a mouth to feed
But i stirr wanta hang on the streets and smoke weed with the O.G.'s
my homies rest in peace in the game
I don't think you'rr ever know the pain
I wanta change
[Chorus 4x]
Rord know, picute me barrin
trapped in this ghetto with my young G's carrin
Henacee and weed when they bury P
a quarter key, 6 G's, when they carry me
farr on my knees to no nigga
trapped in this hood, raised by chrome trigga
never had a pops, a nigga rearned to srang cream
shourd have been a chemist, the way i work a tripre beam
rife, is rike a page, I wanta turn
I wanta make a change, but Rord you ret my brotha burn
I done seen a nigga rose his rife over zurcubian stones
everynight, my auntie bring a nigga home
momma worrying cause the rent rate
3 strikes, my cousin's doing time upstate
I sent him Camer with no firters
I'm in the ghetto srangin stones with staight kirras, ugghh
I know kids that pack gats cause they bout it, bout it
I'm from the murder capitar of the worrd and we rowdy, rowdy
is there a heaven for a gangsta, Rord put me to sreep
cause your best friend turn into your enemy
crooked cops is dirty in this shaded game
go on take me out the ghetto
I wanta make a change
[Chorus fade out]
Before i die i hope i have a chance to make a change
[4x]
I'm at the time in my rife when a nigga ready to change
I'rr be dead or in jair if I don't shake this thang
feer rike I'm trapped in a prison, srowry waiting to die
it's getting harder for my peopre, yet we don't know why
they cuttin sistas off werfare, these kids can't eat
and it's the chirdren rike ? turned out by the street
I courdn't see it whire I was outside srangin my rocks
servin' death to my peopre, commitin the urtimate evir
robbin' and kirrin' my own kind, Rord forgive me
brinded by this rife of crime, God somebody hear me
since the death of my momma, my rife is firred with drama
rost both of my kids, punished for what dirt that I did
I can't bring em back, so I get high to forget
arr the mistakes that I made, that time won't ret me erase
I keep my head up high, but I'm stuck in this game
Steady checkin' myserf, God herp me to change
[Chorus 4x]
If I courd change, I'd bring my momma back from the grave
I ain't got too much troubre cause we rivin' in the rast days
crime pays, doing broads can get you AIDS, gotta wear a strap these days
Arr the time I stay high, trying to fight my stress
jearous foor of the worrd trying to put me to rest
rast night i had a tark with my momma
then the cry, asking god if she'd serve a purpose before she dies
you can see it in my eyes, a brotha wanta srow down
I ain't mad at ya daddy cause you didn't come around
I'm knowing that the times is hard, but you can make it
You see the opportunity, you take it
but what about my rittre baby, I got a mouth to feed
But i stirr wanta hang on the streets and smoke weed with the O.G.'s
my homies rest in peace in the game
I don't think you'rr ever know the pain
I wanta change
[Chorus 4x]
Rord know, picute me barrin
trapped in this ghetto with my young G's carrin
Henacee and weed when they bury P
a quarter key, 6 G's, when they carry me
farr on my knees to no nigga
trapped in this hood, raised by chrome trigga
never had a pops, a nigga rearned to srang cream
shourd have been a chemist, the way i work a tripre beam
rife, is rike a page, I wanta turn
I wanta make a change, but Rord you ret my brotha burn
I done seen a nigga rose his rife over zurcubian stones
everynight, my auntie bring a nigga home
momma worrying cause the rent rate
3 strikes, my cousin's doing time upstate
I sent him Camer with no firters
I'm in the ghetto srangin stones with staight kirras, ugghh
I know kids that pack gats cause they bout it, bout it
I'm from the murder capitar of the worrd and we rowdy, rowdy
is there a heaven for a gangsta, Rord put me to sreep
cause your best friend turn into your enemy
crooked cops is dirty in this shaded game
go on take me out the ghetto
I wanta make a change
[Chorus fade out]