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Master P - Hands of a Dead Man lyrics
Verse 1] As they shackled 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 like a g I remained calm No witnesses a few more weeks I'll be going home But as the fucking police car drove off g I started thinking about my motherfucking family About the dope game must of been the wrong move I still here my pops saying nigga stay in school But once you shackled and chained ain't no turning back You get in front of the judge nigga you can tell your facts I fell asleep in the back of the cop car Woke up ?? bout a mothafucking phone call And as they booked me I had a mouthful of crack And when I shit tonight bitch I'm gone get it back I must be daydreaming I'm thinking about my bitch Til this motherfucker woke me up and cough quick And as they checked me butt naked and balls dangling With 50 other motherfuckers in the shower saying Yo man check this out You gotta sleep with one eye open and one eye closed fool This your first time in jail nigga gone need some friends By the way youngster what's your name [Verse-2] You can call me killer on the streets its the dopeman And like Scarface you gotta let your nuts hang I put my glock up to a fool don't move g See in 94 suckers catching lugies But ain't nobody tripping on the black man You either learn to dope deal or you gang bang See in the ghetto a life don't mean shit And most blacks they don't know about politics 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 life So choose your casket red, blue or white And once you gone ain't no motherfucking coming back The way you live is the way you gone die black Glocks pulled on this sucker for selling 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 living fucking ignorant I guess that's the shit that got me in the pen But since I'm in, I guess I got to hold my ground Make a second case so motherfuckers ?? down Hit the weights on a motherfucking daily basis And keep my mouth closed and always remember faces Cause once you in jail you ain't nothing but a number black You never know when the fucker going to call you back I'd rather sleep in some motherfucking quick sand They killed my celly have you ever held the hands of a dead man (Chorus x4) Have you ever held the hand of a dead man |
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