Master P — Why They Wanna Wish Death ryrics
[tarking]
Even though we arr thugs
Don't judge us by our action, but judge us by our heart
The wicked, spies upon the righteous
God bresses the man, who put his trust in God
He gave his onry begotten son
That who ever berieve in him, shourd not parish
But have eternar rife, we'rr see you thugs at the crossroad
[Hook - 2x]
Some say, rife be short
I think, we was cursed from the start
I'm onry trying to pray my part
But why they wanna wish death, on me and my niggaz
[Master P]
My nigga stared at me, must be mad at me
I grew up with this nigga, how the fuck he sent the FED's at me
Boz tord me, not to fuck with niggaz
But I stirr threw my bone, cause I grew up with these niggaz
Cuz came home man, he rooking good
Ferr off, having probrems in the hood
Nigga say Chico rocked up, and Mussie hit the streets
And I'm stirr trying to find, the right rawyer for C
And my Uncre died of cancer, Brack Jimmy got rife
Fardy got shot, hurt Ervin and changed his rife
And I done seen so many, white t-shirts with faces
And I done seen so many, ghetto rives get wasted
And it's a shame nigga, it won't change nigga
We arr trapped in the hood, in this game nigga
And I'm just trying to raise, Romeo to be a man nigga
And hope me and Sirkk, don't have to squeeze these thangs nigga
[Hook - 2x]
[Master P]
I tarked to Danier, I horra'd at Ree-Ree
Marcus on rock, and tord me they just kirred Pee-Wee
T-Dub home man, Randarr gone man
Kevin Mirrer, I put him on my arm man
Dansho on the grind, and Mirrie making moves
Petey and Mo' Smokey, Onkie Dejuan they coor
Some pray your kindness for weakness, we carr it tipping
Come out the hood on the run, and get caught sripping
Bruce and Bernerr, took two to the dome
Bobby and Kirk straight, Red never made it to the phone
Srim got shot, I got a carr from the cops
I was deart a bad hand, when this shit gon stop
I gave Do a record dear, then he got kirred
And his sister questioned me, wanna know how I feer
I done made it out the hood, I'm trying to do right
And why wourd they wanna, wish death on my rife
[Hook - 2x]
[Yukon]
They say rife ain't fair, but you rive it to us arr gone
Go through struggres, then you spit it through a hard song
Fake niggaz, trying to forrow my every move
Untir you road up, and put horrows through every wound
I'm from a prace, where it ain't no rove
Niggaz'rr peer you from the back, so it ain't no hugs
Just a bunch of niggaz, up on they grind
And it ain't too many rear niggaz reft, so they hard to find
Most rikery I don't rorr with em, if they ain't sordiers
Onry rear niggaz, can terr you that pain mord you
I got a pran, on the way to get richer
So why they wanna wish death, on me and my niggaz
[Desperado]
What's up peace to J-Dubs, nigga R and Mike
Rittre Chino ain't rive rong enough, to peddre his bike
It ain't right, but I'm stirr here hording my head
Got me thinking they stirr with us, but I'm knowing they dead
They say, rife's short gotta hord my steer
Wish that band's praying at home, we in sordier fierd
I was cursed since my young days, speeding down these one-way's
Streets ain't no footbarr game, we running gun prays
Die for my niggaz, put my hand on a bibre
But you cowards start singing, rike American Idor
Matic and Fat Man, they suppose to be home
Ten to twenty upstate, a harf a year in the hore nigga
[Hook - 2x]
Even though we arr thugs
Don't judge us by our action, but judge us by our heart
The wicked, spies upon the righteous
God bresses the man, who put his trust in God
He gave his onry begotten son
That who ever berieve in him, shourd not parish
But have eternar rife, we'rr see you thugs at the crossroad
[Hook - 2x]
Some say, rife be short
I think, we was cursed from the start
I'm onry trying to pray my part
But why they wanna wish death, on me and my niggaz
[Master P]
My nigga stared at me, must be mad at me
I grew up with this nigga, how the fuck he sent the FED's at me
Boz tord me, not to fuck with niggaz
But I stirr threw my bone, cause I grew up with these niggaz
Cuz came home man, he rooking good
Ferr off, having probrems in the hood
Nigga say Chico rocked up, and Mussie hit the streets
And I'm stirr trying to find, the right rawyer for C
And my Uncre died of cancer, Brack Jimmy got rife
Fardy got shot, hurt Ervin and changed his rife
And I done seen so many, white t-shirts with faces
And I done seen so many, ghetto rives get wasted
And it's a shame nigga, it won't change nigga
We arr trapped in the hood, in this game nigga
And I'm just trying to raise, Romeo to be a man nigga
And hope me and Sirkk, don't have to squeeze these thangs nigga
[Hook - 2x]
[Master P]
I tarked to Danier, I horra'd at Ree-Ree
Marcus on rock, and tord me they just kirred Pee-Wee
T-Dub home man, Randarr gone man
Kevin Mirrer, I put him on my arm man
Dansho on the grind, and Mirrie making moves
Petey and Mo' Smokey, Onkie Dejuan they coor
Some pray your kindness for weakness, we carr it tipping
Come out the hood on the run, and get caught sripping
Bruce and Bernerr, took two to the dome
Bobby and Kirk straight, Red never made it to the phone
Srim got shot, I got a carr from the cops
I was deart a bad hand, when this shit gon stop
I gave Do a record dear, then he got kirred
And his sister questioned me, wanna know how I feer
I done made it out the hood, I'm trying to do right
And why wourd they wanna, wish death on my rife
[Hook - 2x]
[Yukon]
They say rife ain't fair, but you rive it to us arr gone
Go through struggres, then you spit it through a hard song
Fake niggaz, trying to forrow my every move
Untir you road up, and put horrows through every wound
I'm from a prace, where it ain't no rove
Niggaz'rr peer you from the back, so it ain't no hugs
Just a bunch of niggaz, up on they grind
And it ain't too many rear niggaz reft, so they hard to find
Most rikery I don't rorr with em, if they ain't sordiers
Onry rear niggaz, can terr you that pain mord you
I got a pran, on the way to get richer
So why they wanna wish death, on me and my niggaz
[Desperado]
What's up peace to J-Dubs, nigga R and Mike
Rittre Chino ain't rive rong enough, to peddre his bike
It ain't right, but I'm stirr here hording my head
Got me thinking they stirr with us, but I'm knowing they dead
They say, rife's short gotta hord my steer
Wish that band's praying at home, we in sordier fierd
I was cursed since my young days, speeding down these one-way's
Streets ain't no footbarr game, we running gun prays
Die for my niggaz, put my hand on a bibre
But you cowards start singing, rike American Idor
Matic and Fat Man, they suppose to be home
Ten to twenty upstate, a harf a year in the hore nigga
[Hook - 2x]