504 Boyz, Master P, Krazy - Tell Me lyrics

504 i solemnly swear that I'll snitch
Or testify on any of my homies
That's the code to the streets, ya heard me
What's up Krazy, we in here
The New No Limit, code to the streets baby

Could you tell me where my niggas at
In the pen
Or the grave I'd never figure that
Could you tell me Lord what triggered that
I guess these project bricks
Got a nigga trapped

As I inhale the weed
Tears dropping as I leave the cemetery
My nigga's in the ground now
Damn this life is scary
Try to hold in my pain
I drink till I'm buried
This henessey got me gone, my eyes are blurry
Face to face with reality, my dog is gone
For them bitch niggas that did it
I finger fuck my chrome
And my dogs in the penn, doing fifty to life
I'm a soldier till I die
Mutherfuck 3 strikes
I remember b balling with my niggas for fun
If I bust then you bust, I gave you my gun
Telly, dog you know I miss you
I still got love just to be the man you was
I'd probably drink your blood

Could you tell me where my niggas at
In the pen
Or the grave I'd never figure that
Could you tell me Lord what triggered that
I guess these project bricks
Got a nigga trapped

Kevin Miller you gone, but you always missed
C and Mac locked up, but we still a click
Received letters from the penn
Homies feel my pain
25 caught ten, man it's just a game
When DEA and the persecutors know my lawyer
See our skin tone is black
So our time is borrowed
I'm in a cell with three killas
So unleash the beast
And the judge send a word about cop a plea
They say we angry cause we can't breathe
Uneducated
Facing life so it's strike three, independent
Slanging records call us coke dealers
C-Murder innocent trapped
And we gon fight it so the world gon feel us

Could you tell me where my niggas at
In the pen
Or the grave I'd never figure that
Could you tell me Lord what triggered that
I guess these project bricks
Got a nigga trapped

Lord please accept my nigga mail
Did my homie sell his soul to get out of jail
I heard my nigga Mac finally gon make bail
We bouncing hot boy, thugging
Trying to make mail, the drought is hell
For my dogs still slang for livings
Thank God Black Jesus is forgiven
I try to tell my little homies
Ain't no love on the streets
But my niggas don't hear shit
When it's time to eat and these soldiers
Will bust your head if you slipping
I feel like my dog P, nigga I ain't tripping
A dopefiend at 14
Look what the game done did him
I can hear his mama scream
As the chopper hit him

Could you tell me where my niggas at
In the pen
Or the grave I'd never figure that
Could you tell me Lord what triggered that
I guess these project bricks
Got a nigga trapped