The Ghetto's Tryin' To Kill Me! Lyrics

(Master P)I don't know where I'm going tobut selling dope is the only thing God knows how to doDamn indo you got to handle that dank time tonightI'm deep in the game I can't sleep at nightAnd mommy praying cause she know her boy ain't living rightAnd when I die they say I'm going out in gunsmokeCause I refuse to be broke up in this ghettoSee I been tripping all life cause life is a damn tripAnd when I leave the house you know I'm carrying an extra clipSee in the 90's things all gone changeI never thought I'd grow up to be the dope manBut in reality I guess I damn lost it alljust the other day i put my brother's name on the wallrest in peace, yeah they killed him GI know one day somebody is going to try to kill the Pand if they do I guess it was my time to goBut if they miss me you will be reading about some dead folksIn other words can you fell me and if you from my hoodyou know the ghetto's tryin to kill meChorus: repeat 2XThe ghetto's trin to kill methey might send me to the pen but doing time doesn't scare me(Master P)I'm selling dope and my baby mommy she wants me to quitbut i can't because the game gives me dividendssee in the game my hella partnas depend on meSo when I go out I'm going out like my dead homiesForty G's two keys in the crackhousePo-po's on my trick, you know the P is going to smash outNever trust nobody, can't even trust my chickAnd when my kids grow up they know daddy's a luniticDriveby's in the ghetto happen all night longCall me Master P, killer call me Al CaponeBecause when I die they probably won't rmeember meBut while I'm here those marks can't fade the PYou seeing fatal when you mess with this dope clickBut if you run on the P you get your wig splitFor the jealous suckers that's out to kill meI'm going to reverse the game partna, can you feel meChorus: repeat 2X(Silkk)I lost 2 brothers in the gear and I can't copeI try to go straight, but I still end up selling dopeReminiscing on my childhood, but it ain't the sameI never thought my occupation was going to be the dope gameTwo keys a day, you never see so much cokeThree o'clock in the morning chopping up dopeReaching for my gat soon as I hear the slightest noiseJust come from a funeral, and it got me paranoidHaving flashbacks of this fool I smocked with my gatHe living, if he's real he'll be coming backBut if I'm going out I'm going out with a bangSuckers jealous because Silkk riding on those thangshaving visions on how I'm going to die GWill I die up in this game or will I die in my sleepThat's why i'm packing a P, y'all should feel meI ain't paranoid, I know this ghetto is tryin to kill meChorus: repeat 4XYeah like my partna Too $hort said"Get In Where You Fit Injust remember Life Is Too $hort"