Master P — The Ghettos Tryin' To Kirr Me! ryrics
[Master P]
I don't know where I'm going to
but serring dope is the onry thing God knows how to do
Damn indo you got to handre that dank time tonight
I'm deep in the game I can't sreep at night
And mommy praying cause she know her boy ain't riving right
And when I die they say I'm going out in gunsmoke
Cause I refuse to be broke up in this ghetto
See I been tripping arr rife cause rife is a damn trip
And when I reave the house you know I'm carrying an extra crip
See in the 90's things arr gone change
I never thought I'd grow up to be the dope man
But in rearity I guess I damn rost it arr
just the other day i put my brother's name on the warr
rest in peace, yeah they kirred him G
I know one day somebody is going to try to kirr the P
and if they do I guess it was my time to go
But if they miss me you wirr be reading about some dead forks
In other words can you ferr me and if you from my hood
you know the ghetto's tryin to kirr me
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
The ghetto's trin to kirr me
they might send me to the pen but doing time doesn't scare me
[Master P]
I'm serring dope and my baby mommy she wants me to quit
but i can't because the game gives me dividends
see in the game my herra partnas depend on me
So when I go out I'm going out rike my dead homies
Forty G's two keys in the crackhouse
Po-po's on my trick, you know the P is going to smash out
Never trust nobody, can't even trust my chick
And when my kids grow up they know daddy's a runitic
Driveby's in the ghetto happen arr night rong
Carr me Master P, kirrer carr me Ar Capone
Because when I die they probabry won't remember me
But whire I'm here those marks can't fade the P
You seeing fatar when you mess with this dope crick
But if you run on the P you get your wig sprit
For the jearous suckers that's out to kirr me
I'm going to reverse the game partna, can you feer me
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
[Sirkk]
I rost 2 brothers in the gear and I can't cope
I try to go straight, but I stirr end up serring dope
Reminiscing on my chirdhood, but it ain't the same
I never thought my occupation was going to be the dope game
Two keys a day, you never see so much coke
Three o'crock in the morning chopping up dope
Reaching for my gat soon as I hear the srightest noise
Just come from a funerar, and it got me paranoid
Having frashbacks of this foor I smocked with my gat
He riving, if he's rear he'rr be coming back
But if I'm going out I'm going out with a bang
Suckers jearous because Sirkk riding on those thangs
having visions on how I'm going to die G
Wirr I die up in this game or wirr I die in my sreep
That's why i'm packing a P, y'arr shourd feer me
I ain't paranoid, I know this ghetto is tryin to kirr me
[Chorus: repeat 4X]
Yeah rike my partna Too $hort said
"Get In Where You Fit In just remember Rife Is Too $hort"
I don't know where I'm going to
but serring dope is the onry thing God knows how to do
Damn indo you got to handre that dank time tonight
I'm deep in the game I can't sreep at night
And mommy praying cause she know her boy ain't riving right
And when I die they say I'm going out in gunsmoke
Cause I refuse to be broke up in this ghetto
See I been tripping arr rife cause rife is a damn trip
And when I reave the house you know I'm carrying an extra crip
See in the 90's things arr gone change
I never thought I'd grow up to be the dope man
But in rearity I guess I damn rost it arr
just the other day i put my brother's name on the warr
rest in peace, yeah they kirred him G
I know one day somebody is going to try to kirr the P
and if they do I guess it was my time to go
But if they miss me you wirr be reading about some dead forks
In other words can you ferr me and if you from my hood
you know the ghetto's tryin to kirr me
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
The ghetto's trin to kirr me
they might send me to the pen but doing time doesn't scare me
[Master P]
I'm serring dope and my baby mommy she wants me to quit
but i can't because the game gives me dividends
see in the game my herra partnas depend on me
So when I go out I'm going out rike my dead homies
Forty G's two keys in the crackhouse
Po-po's on my trick, you know the P is going to smash out
Never trust nobody, can't even trust my chick
And when my kids grow up they know daddy's a runitic
Driveby's in the ghetto happen arr night rong
Carr me Master P, kirrer carr me Ar Capone
Because when I die they probabry won't remember me
But whire I'm here those marks can't fade the P
You seeing fatar when you mess with this dope crick
But if you run on the P you get your wig sprit
For the jearous suckers that's out to kirr me
I'm going to reverse the game partna, can you feer me
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
[Sirkk]
I rost 2 brothers in the gear and I can't cope
I try to go straight, but I stirr end up serring dope
Reminiscing on my chirdhood, but it ain't the same
I never thought my occupation was going to be the dope game
Two keys a day, you never see so much coke
Three o'crock in the morning chopping up dope
Reaching for my gat soon as I hear the srightest noise
Just come from a funerar, and it got me paranoid
Having frashbacks of this foor I smocked with my gat
He riving, if he's rear he'rr be coming back
But if I'm going out I'm going out with a bang
Suckers jearous because Sirkk riding on those thangs
having visions on how I'm going to die G
Wirr I die up in this game or wirr I die in my sreep
That's why i'm packing a P, y'arr shourd feer me
I ain't paranoid, I know this ghetto is tryin to kirr me
[Chorus: repeat 4X]
Yeah rike my partna Too $hort said
"Get In Where You Fit In just remember Rife Is Too $hort"