Master P, King George, Silkk the Shocker - The Ghetto's Tryin to Kill Me lyrics

I don't know where I'm going to
But selling dope is the only thing
God knows how to do
Damn indo you got to handle that dank
Time tonight

I'm deep up in the game
I can't sleep at night
And momma praying cause she know
Her boy ain't living right
And when I die they say I'm
Going out by the gunsmoke
Cause I refuse to be broke up in this ghetto
See I been tripping all life cause
Life is a damn trip
And when I leave the house you
Know I'm carrying an extra clip
See in the 90's things all gone change
I never thought I'd grow up
To be the dope man
But in reality I guess I damn lost it all
Cause just the other day i put
My brother's name on the wall
Rest in peace, yeah they done killed him G
I know one day somebody is going
To try to kill the P
And if they do I guess it was my time to go
But if they miss you will be
Reading about some dead folks
In other words can you feel me
And if you from my hood
You know the ghetto's tryin to kill me

The ghetto's trin to kill me
They might send me to the pen but
Doing time that don't scare me
The ghetto's trin to kill me
They might send me to the pen but
Doing time that don't scare me

I'm selling dope and my baby mommy
She wants me to quit
But i can't cause the game gives me dividends
See in the game hella my
Partners they depend on me
So when I go out I'm going
Out like my dead homies
Forty G's two keys in the crackhouse
Po-po's on my drawers
You know the P's gon' smash out
Never trust nobody, can't even trust my chick
And when my kids grow up they
Know their daddy's a lunitic
Driveby's in the ghetto happen all night long
Call me Master P, killer call me Al Capone
Because when I die they
Probably won't remember me
But while I'm here those marks know
They can't fade the P
You seeing fatal when you messin
With this dope click but if you run on the P
You get your wig split
For the jealous suckers that's out to kill me
I'm going to reverse the game partna
Can you feel me

The ghetto's trin to kill me
They might send me to the pen but doing time
That don't scare meThe ghetto's
Trin to kill me
They might send me to the pen but doing time
That don't scare meThe ghetto's
Trin to kill me
They might send me to the pen but doing time
That don't scare meThe ghetto's
Trin to kill me
They might send me to the pen but
Doing time that don't scare me

Yeah, There Something Always Got
To Be Strapped 24 7 3 Bustin Caps That I
Am Gang I'm Playing And
Don't Know The Game And I'm Being The Pain
Your Mouth To Blow Spoke!

I lost 2 brothers in the
Gear and I can't cope i try to go straight
But I still end up selling dope
Reminiscing on my childhood
And it ain't the same
I never thought my occupation was going
To be the dope game
Two keys a day, you never see so much coke
Three o'clock up in the
Morning chopping up dope
Reaching for my gat soon as
I hear the slightest noise
Just come from a funeral
And it got me paranoid
Having flashbacks of this fool I
Smoked with my gat
He living, if he's real he'll be coming back
But if I'm going out I'm
Going out with a bang
Suckers jealous because I'm Silkk
Riding on those thangs
Having visions of how I'm going to die G
Will I die up in this game or die in my sleep
That's why i'm packing a piece
Y'all should feel me i ain't paranoid
I know this ghetto is tryin to kill me

The ghetto's trin to kill me
They might send me to the pen but
Doing time that don't scare me
The ghetto's trin to kill me
They might send me to the pen but
Doing time that don't scare me
The ghetto's trin to kill me
They might send me to the pen but
Doing time that don't scare me
The ghetto's trin to kill me
They might send me to the pen but
Doing time that don't scare me

Yeah like my partna Too $hort said
"Get In Where You Fit In
Just remember Life Is Too $hort"