paroles de chanson Why They Wanna Wish Death - Master P
[Talking]
Even
though
we
all
thugs
Don't
judge
us
by
our
action,
but
judge
us
by
our
heart
The
wicked,
spies
upon
the
righteous
God
blesses
the
man,
who
put
his
trust
in
God
He
gave
his
only
begotten
son
That
who
ever
believe
in
him,
should
not
parish
But
have
eternal
life,
we'll
see
you
thugs
at
the
crossroad
[Chorus
- 2x]
Some
say,
life
be
short
I
think,
we
was
cursed
from
the
start
I'm
only
trying
to
play
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
Feds
at
me
Boz
told
me,
not
to
fuck
with
niggaz
But
I
still
threw
my
bone,
cause
I
grew
up
with
these
niggaz
Cuz
came
home
man,
he
looking
good
Fell
off,
having
problems
in
the
hood
Nigga
say
Chico
locked
up,
and
Mussie
hit
the
streets
And
I'm
still
trying
to
find,
the
right
lawyer
for
C
And
my
Uncle
died
of
cancer,
Black
Jimmy
got
life
Faldy
got
shot,
hurt
Ervin
and
changed
his
life
And
I
done
seen
so
many,
white
t-shirts
with
faces
And
I
done
seen
so
many,
ghetto
lives
get
wasted
And
it's
a
shame
nigga,
it
won't
change
nigga
We
all
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
Silkk,
don't
have
to
squeeze
these
thangs
nigga
[Chorus
- 2x]
[Master
P]
I
talked
to
Daniel,
I
holla'd
at
Lee-Lee
Marcus
on
lock,
and
told
me
they
just
killed
Pee-Wee
T-Dub
home
man,
Randall
gone
man
Kevin
Miller,
I
put
him
on
my
arm
man
Dansho
on
the
grind,
and
Millie
making
moves
Petey
and
Mo'
Smokey,
Onkie
Dejuan
they
cool
Some
play
your
kindness
for
weakness,
we
call
it
tipping
Come
out
the
hood
on
the
run,
and
get
caught
slipping
Bruce
and
Bernell,
took
two
to
the
dome
Bobby
and
Kirk
straight,
Red
never
made
it
to
the
phone
Slim
got
shot,
I
got
a
call
from
the
cops
I
was
dealt
a
bad
hand,
when
this
shit
gon
stop
I
gave
Do
a
record
deal,
then
he
got
killed
And
his
sister
questioned
me,
wanna
know
how
I
feel
I
done
made
it
out
the
hood,
I'm
trying
to
do
right
And
why
would
they
wanna,
wish
death
on
my
life
[Chorus
- 2x]
[Yukon]
They
say
life
ain't
fair,
but
you
live
it
to
us
all
gone
Go
through
struggles,
then
you
spit
it
through
a
hard
song
Fake
niggaz,
trying
to
follow
my
every
move
Until
you
load
up,
and
put
hollows
through
every
wound
I'm
from
a
place,
where
it
ain't
no
love
Niggaz'll
peel
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
real
niggaz
left,
so
they
hard
to
find
Most
likely
I
don't
roll
with
'em,
if
they
ain't
soldiers
Only
real
niggaz,
can
tell
you
that
pain
mold
you
I
got
a
plan,
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
L
and
Mike
Little
Chino
ain't
live
long
enough,
to
peddle
his
bike
It
ain't
right,
but
I'm
still
here
holding
my
head
Got
me
thinking
they
still
with
us,
but
I'm
knowing
they
dead
They
say,
life's
short
gotta
hold
my
steel
Wish
that
band's
playing
at
home,
we
in
soldier
field
I
was
cursed
since
my
young
days,
speeding
down
these
one-way's
Streets
ain't
no
football
game,
we
running
gun
plays
Die
for
my
niggaz,
put
my
hand
on
a
bible
But
you
cowards
start
singing,
like
American
Idol
Matic
and
Fat
Man,
they
suppose
to
be
home
Ten
to
twenty
upstate,
a
half
a
year
in
the
hole
nigga
[Chorus-
2x]
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1 Represent
2 We Like Them Girlz
3 Act A Fool
4 We All We Got
5 Who Want Some
6 Let Em Go
7 Who Them Boyz
8 Why They Wanna Wish Death
9 You Don't Know Me
10 Anything goes
11 Com.2
12 It's a Drought
13 Them Jeans
14 Ghetto Honey
15 That Ain't Nothing
16 Ghetto Model
17 Com.3
18 Tell 'em
19 Ride 4 You
20 20 On Cars 26 On Trucks
21 Com.4
22 If
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