Master P, Afficial - Why They Wanna Wish Death lyrics

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

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 niggas

My nigga stared at me, must be mad at me
I grew up with this nigga
How the fuck he sent the FED's at me
Boz told me, not to fuck with niggas
But I still threw my bone


Cause I grew up with these niggas
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

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 niggas

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

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 niggas

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 niggas, 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
Niggas'll peel you from the back
So it ain't no hugs
Just a bunch of niggas, up on they grind
And it ain't too many real niggas left
So they hard to find
Most likely I don't roll with em
If they ain't soldiers only real niggas
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 niggas

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 niggas, 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

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 niggas