Текст песни Master P f Afficial - Why They Wanna Wish Death
Master P f Afficial - Why They Wanna Wish Death слова песни
(*talking*)Even though we all thugsDon`t judge us by our action, but judge us by our heartThe wicked, spies upon the righteousGod blesses the man, who put his trust in GodHe gave his only begotten sonThat who ever believe in him, should not parishBut have eternal life, we`ll see you thugs at the crossroad[Hook - 2x]Some say, life be shortI think, we was cursed from the startI`m only trying to play my partBut why they wanna wish death, on me and my niggaz[Master P]My nigga stared at me, must be mad at meI grew up with this nigga, how the fuck he sent the FED`s at meBoz told me, not to fuck with niggazBut I still threw my bone, cause I grew up with these niggazCuz came home man, he looking goodFell off, having problems in the hoodNigga say Chico locked up, and Mussie hit the streetsAnd I`m still trying to find, the right lawyer for CAnd my Uncle died of cancer, Black Jimmy got lifeFaldy got shot, hurt Ervin and changed his lifeAnd I done seen so many, white t-shirts with facesAnd I done seen so many, ghetto lives get wastedAnd it`s a shame nigga, it won`t change niggaWe all trapped in the hood, in this game niggaAnd I`m just trying to raise, Romeo to be a man niggaAnd hope me and Silkk, don`t have to squeeze these thangs nigga[Hook - 2x][Master P]I talked to Daniel, I holla`d at Lee-LeeMarcus on lock, and told me they just killed Pee-WeeT-Dub home man, Randall gone manKevin Miller, I put him on my arm manDansho on the grind, and Millie making movesPetey and Mo` Smokey, Onkie Dejuan they coolSome play your kindness for weakness, we call it tippingCome out the hood on the run, and get caught slippingBruce and Bernell, took two to the domeBobby and Kirk straight, Red never made it to the phoneSlim got shot, I got a call from the copsI was dealt a bad hand, when this shit gon stopI gave Do a record deal, then he got killedAnd his sister questioned me, wanna know how I feelI done made it out the hood, I`m trying to do rightAnd why would they wanna, wish death on my life[Hook - 2x][Yukon]They say life ain`t fair, but you live it to us all goneGo through struggles, then you spit it through a hard songFake niggaz, trying to follow my every moveUntil you load up, and put hollows through every woundI`m from a place, where it ain`t no loveNiggaz`ll peel you from the back, so it ain`t no hugsJust a bunch of niggaz, up on they grindAnd it ain`t too many real niggaz left, so they hard to findMost likely I don`t roll with em, if they ain`t soldiersOnly real niggaz, can tell you that pain mold youI got a plan, on the way to get richerSo why they wanna wish death, on me and my niggaz[Desperado]What`s up peace to J-Dubs, nigga L and MikeLittle Chino ain`t live long enough, to peddle his bikeIt ain`t right, but I`m still here holding my headGot me thinking they still with us, but I`m knowing they deadThey say, life`s short gotta hold my steelWish that band`s playing at home, we in soldier fieldI was cursed since my young days, speeding down these one-way`sStreets ain`t no football game, we running gun playsDie for my niggaz, put my hand on a bibleBut you cowards start singing, like American IdolMatic and Fat Man, they suppose to be homeTen to twenty upstate, a half a year in the hole nigga[Hook - 2x]