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Master P Ghetto S Trying To Kill Me

him since Sometimes I don't need my grandma she don't mean no harm Cause she got 12 kids to feed on her own Now I'm stuck up in the ghetto with the hoodrats Trying

say) Verse 1 (Master P) I sell stones out, I'm breaking them got damn phones up Niggas they popping them keys, Master P he fucking ?? Besides them g's

we ain't sharing our fucking chronic sack put it in my brown pipe, smoke it up like crack A head rush, better duck, once again it's on Master P danked

Picked up the mobil phone dialed T-R-U Drove myself to the clinic with revenge on my mind Had to stash all my dope and I hid my nine Killa killa killa killa

move and choose me But I ain't tripping cause the P packs an oozie (Chorus) Verse 2 Me and my partners mobbing should I say robbing 4 g's and the lack

face cause I'm killin any bitch that see me my old lady keeps paging me tell me turn my self in but that shit can't fade me cause with a hostage I gotta

trunk leaning sideway Tacked out with my 40 on my side g Bumping shit like The Ghetto's Trying to Kill Me See in 94 them bitches can't fade me And to

the days when I used to walk up and down that ghetto maze My fo's got love for me so real for me they'll kill for me I have tendencies to be high when

go (Chorus) Verse 3 (Master P) Tell me is this heaven, is this hell I ain't LL, but all I hear is funeral bells The ghetto's trying to kill me, a