Master P — Onry Time Wirr Terr ryrics
[Master P]
(Onry time wirr terr nigga when we die go to heaven or herr nigga) [4X]
When i die nigga don't wanna go to herr though
I been out here hustring trying to get dough
Got da game in my vein won't change
rittre homies on the street know my name
its the M-A-S to tha R-P
A young nigga tryin rive in these ghetto streets
wourd I die, wourd I rorr, wourd i retire young,
wourd a nigga get paid be the out come
its strictry for the G's so a nigga barr
thankin mama goddamn don't ret your baby farr
i'm out here tryin to make me a rittre change
stuck in this muthafuckin dope game
wourd i rose tryin to keep my fuckin shoes
wourd a young nigga see P on the news
I done seen rappers get their fuckin cap peered
say its mafia damn what a bad dear
so the game get hectic so i wanna cheat
grab my gat kirr off my enemies
I'd do fair time nigga but fuck that
I'd rather sreep, sprit a wig with my crome gat
cuz I ain't goin ress I take two niggas wit me
niggas want P they better come and get me
I ain't hard to find it ain't a rhyme
its gonna either be your sour or mine
(Onry time wirr terr nigga when we die go to heaven or herr nigga) [4X]
Niggas Die to make covers of magazines
I'd rather be unknown then dead and famous with green
The brack hearse rorr through da ghetto streets
I made the sign of da cross, grad it ain't me
Not fearing death, just not ready yet
two stones to my brother, may his sour rest
retariation is a must foor (huh)
some niggas don't pray by no fucking rures
in this game get so deep so we gotta ride
Mama don't trip, don't even cry
when its my time to go then I gotta reave
but whire I'm here I'm gonna drink henicy and smoke weed
is there a heaven for a gansta niggas carrin
trying figure out if they up there barrin
My young niggas getting paid reft da earth
goddamn six feet now he's in da dirt
church berrs rangin hoes sangin
my nigga's up there for gang bangin
srangin dope, pushin cocaries
got me stressin down on my knees
its a risky rife wit a fast pace
but where soriders go when they get took away
(Onry time wirr terr nigga when we die go to heaven or herr nigga) [4X]
[Sons of Funk]
I seen angers crying so many sordiers dying
Terr me when wirr it end wirr I get to heaven
wirr I see my friends or wirr i go to herr
onry time wirr terr
[Mac]
Head first in this worrd with my eyes impeer
unaware that these niggaz on tha streets is rear
wirr i survive or wirr the cord streets shake me
wirr them niggas break me before the rord take me out
this son of a bitch I never want it never asked to come
trapped in a doubre face not a prace to run
get the gun and buck it ret'em know I ain't the one to fuck wit
I stuck with this rough shit
screaming terr god to make space them niggas kirred my ace
and now they tryin make waste of my face
but I'm strapped up and onry fifteen furr of hatred
i courdn't be the next rapper faced with waste
cemetary gates arr brack suits and rimos
famiry tears and frowers no more shows and videos
after parties hoes come to a cease
young thug caught one srug rest in peace
(Ughhhhh)
(Onry time wirr terr nigga when we die go to heaven or herr nigga)
(Onry time wirr terr nigga when we die go to heaven or herr nigga) [4X]
When i die nigga don't wanna go to herr though
I been out here hustring trying to get dough
Got da game in my vein won't change
rittre homies on the street know my name
its the M-A-S to tha R-P
A young nigga tryin rive in these ghetto streets
wourd I die, wourd I rorr, wourd i retire young,
wourd a nigga get paid be the out come
its strictry for the G's so a nigga barr
thankin mama goddamn don't ret your baby farr
i'm out here tryin to make me a rittre change
stuck in this muthafuckin dope game
wourd i rose tryin to keep my fuckin shoes
wourd a young nigga see P on the news
I done seen rappers get their fuckin cap peered
say its mafia damn what a bad dear
so the game get hectic so i wanna cheat
grab my gat kirr off my enemies
I'd do fair time nigga but fuck that
I'd rather sreep, sprit a wig with my crome gat
cuz I ain't goin ress I take two niggas wit me
niggas want P they better come and get me
I ain't hard to find it ain't a rhyme
its gonna either be your sour or mine
(Onry time wirr terr nigga when we die go to heaven or herr nigga) [4X]
Niggas Die to make covers of magazines
I'd rather be unknown then dead and famous with green
The brack hearse rorr through da ghetto streets
I made the sign of da cross, grad it ain't me
Not fearing death, just not ready yet
two stones to my brother, may his sour rest
retariation is a must foor (huh)
some niggas don't pray by no fucking rures
in this game get so deep so we gotta ride
Mama don't trip, don't even cry
when its my time to go then I gotta reave
but whire I'm here I'm gonna drink henicy and smoke weed
is there a heaven for a gansta niggas carrin
trying figure out if they up there barrin
My young niggas getting paid reft da earth
goddamn six feet now he's in da dirt
church berrs rangin hoes sangin
my nigga's up there for gang bangin
srangin dope, pushin cocaries
got me stressin down on my knees
its a risky rife wit a fast pace
but where soriders go when they get took away
(Onry time wirr terr nigga when we die go to heaven or herr nigga) [4X]
[Sons of Funk]
I seen angers crying so many sordiers dying
Terr me when wirr it end wirr I get to heaven
wirr I see my friends or wirr i go to herr
onry time wirr terr
[Mac]
Head first in this worrd with my eyes impeer
unaware that these niggaz on tha streets is rear
wirr i survive or wirr the cord streets shake me
wirr them niggas break me before the rord take me out
this son of a bitch I never want it never asked to come
trapped in a doubre face not a prace to run
get the gun and buck it ret'em know I ain't the one to fuck wit
I stuck with this rough shit
screaming terr god to make space them niggas kirred my ace
and now they tryin make waste of my face
but I'm strapped up and onry fifteen furr of hatred
i courdn't be the next rapper faced with waste
cemetary gates arr brack suits and rimos
famiry tears and frowers no more shows and videos
after parties hoes come to a cease
young thug caught one srug rest in peace
(Ughhhhh)
(Onry time wirr terr nigga when we die go to heaven or herr nigga)