Master P, Skull Duggery - My Ghetto Heroes lyrics
[Master P, Skull Duggery - My Ghetto Heroes lyrics]
Ha Ha Ha most niggas might think I'm crazy
When I tell em this (yeah G)
But you know what most nigga
Look up to like Presidents
Niggas thats in sports
All this type of shit as heroes
They might look at motherfuckin Muhammed Ali
Yah know Sugar Ray Leanord, Mike Tyson
But me
Air Jordan ain't no motherfuckin hero G
My heroes is niggas in the
Ghetto that slang D
That ride on chrome and triple
Gold and pimp hoes and take any nigga in the
Click to the Super Bowl
And party like it ain't nothin
But most of my homies they
Done died over drug money
Like Bizzy Bob and Sam Scully
But I still love em
Air full of motherfucker and I
Still wanna hug em
Big Dave, my nigga gone to the battle field
Dandon and Levi, damn guard ya grill
Cuz where ya goin you gotta watch your back
Judge, god damn another nigga
Didn't make it back (MrC)
My lil brother Kevin Miller rest in peace
Elbraud, Nextditch, and Big Leaf
Lil Girl, and Boo, and Anguard
Big Pepper, God damn what yall thinkin about
They gone, I mean they soldiers
But thats the type of killas that
I live up and hold to
Like Joe Jackson, Lil Emmo
Randy, Sir Pat, God damn
It get bigger, the list go longer
I could start from New Orleans
And go back to California
To lil Tony, to dime P
Seritz, Burnell, can't believe
That he's gone, the Scarface
Dank, Loot, and Meathead
And what about Kenny Sep
And all my niggas that dead and gone
That got caught in the rep
And my other heroes still livin
But they locked up behind bars
Caught up with some pigeons
Like my lil cousin Jimmy, lil Horgel
Randall, Marlow, Pee Wee damn
Another mission complete
Took off the streets locked up by the police
Meatball, and Nap, La Crowe
Pac, jinte, the gats go pow
But my homies got caught up
Even though they had no way out
The ghetto but the come up
Off the streets in the hood money
Thats why my heroes live for drug money
My Ghetto Heroes
I watched em live fast, I watched em die slow
What you mean I need a hero
A hero is a zero to me
The only hero that I know is
Them niggas in my hood G
They gave me the game so I enhanced the gat
Than I took the game
And ripped it out the frame
I tried to told ya
A hero can't be ya lucky rabbit's
Foot or ya 4 leaf clover
It all be a myth in ya mind
A hero ain't about shit if
They ain't about dying
You know who was a hero to me
That nigga MoXs on the Howard J G
And yall other niggas thats still livin
That wanna be a hero but can't be givin
Yo life up for these streets
But this goin out to my
Homies out there slangin D
That still hustlin in the game
Tryin to make it
But yall niggas better realize
You can't fake it
You either in or out ain't no halfway in
Cuz when you die in the end you go to the pen
And it's realer than you real niggas feel me
This for my niggas that are
Heroes in my hood G
When I tell em this (yeah G)
But you know what most nigga
Look up to like Presidents
Niggas thats in sports
All this type of shit as heroes
They might look at motherfuckin Muhammed Ali
Yah know Sugar Ray Leanord, Mike Tyson
But me
Air Jordan ain't no motherfuckin hero G
My heroes is niggas in the
Ghetto that slang D
That ride on chrome and triple
Gold and pimp hoes and take any nigga in the
Click to the Super Bowl
And party like it ain't nothin
But most of my homies they
Done died over drug money
Like Bizzy Bob and Sam Scully
But I still love em
Air full of motherfucker and I
Still wanna hug em
Big Dave, my nigga gone to the battle field
Dandon and Levi, damn guard ya grill
Cuz where ya goin you gotta watch your back
Judge, god damn another nigga
Didn't make it back (MrC)
My lil brother Kevin Miller rest in peace
Elbraud, Nextditch, and Big Leaf
Lil Girl, and Boo, and Anguard
Big Pepper, God damn what yall thinkin about
They gone, I mean they soldiers
But thats the type of killas that
I live up and hold to
Like Joe Jackson, Lil Emmo
Randy, Sir Pat, God damn
It get bigger, the list go longer
I could start from New Orleans
And go back to California
To lil Tony, to dime P
Seritz, Burnell, can't believe
That he's gone, the Scarface
Dank, Loot, and Meathead
And what about Kenny Sep
And all my niggas that dead and gone
That got caught in the rep
And my other heroes still livin
But they locked up behind bars
Caught up with some pigeons
Like my lil cousin Jimmy, lil Horgel
Randall, Marlow, Pee Wee damn
Another mission complete
Took off the streets locked up by the police
Meatball, and Nap, La Crowe
Pac, jinte, the gats go pow
But my homies got caught up
Even though they had no way out
The ghetto but the come up
Off the streets in the hood money
Thats why my heroes live for drug money
My Ghetto Heroes
I watched em live fast, I watched em die slow
What you mean I need a hero
A hero is a zero to me
The only hero that I know is
Them niggas in my hood G
They gave me the game so I enhanced the gat
Than I took the game
And ripped it out the frame
I tried to told ya
A hero can't be ya lucky rabbit's
Foot or ya 4 leaf clover
It all be a myth in ya mind
A hero ain't about shit if
They ain't about dying
You know who was a hero to me
That nigga MoXs on the Howard J G
And yall other niggas thats still livin
That wanna be a hero but can't be givin
Yo life up for these streets
But this goin out to my
Homies out there slangin D
That still hustlin in the game
Tryin to make it
But yall niggas better realize
You can't fake it
You either in or out ain't no halfway in
Cuz when you die in the end you go to the pen
And it's realer than you real niggas feel me
This for my niggas that are
Heroes in my hood G