Master P, Big Nate, Del Gilbeaux - Hands of a Dead Man lyrics
[Master P, Big Nate, Del Gilbeaux - Hands of a Dead Man lyrics]
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
You can call me killer on
The streets it's 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
Have you ever held the hand of a dead man
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
You can call me killer on
The streets it's 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
Have you ever held the hand of a dead man