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Master P

Percy Robert Miller Sr. (born April 29, 1967), better known by his stage name Master P or his business name P. Miller, is an American former rapper, actor, entrepreneur, investor, and producer. He is the founder of the popular label No Limit Records, which went bankrupt and was relaunched as New No Limit Records through Koch Records. followed by Guttar Music Entertainment, Take A Stand Records and No Limit Forever Records. He is the founder and CEO of P. Miller Enterprises, an entertainment and financial conglomerate and Better Black Television. more »

Year:

1996

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featuring Master P  Silkk the Shocker 

(Master P) 
 Like 2Pac said  only God can judge me 
 But I think only black Jesus can help me 

Verse 1 (Kane) 

Six in the morning and I see the sunrise 
Wish I died in my sleep didn't want to open my eyes 
To see this world so fucked up for me 
And my family  worked so hard but can earn a decent salary  
these bills keep whooping a nigga ass 
Spent my whole check trying to dress with class 
I found myself having to smoke weed just to chill 
Both my parents got killed and I ain't cried still 
All my niggas getting shot, peoples mama's smoking rock 
And who the hell can stop these fucked up cops 
They like to overseaers and we like the slave bitches 
Offer pussy to a nigga even though they got AIDS 
You jumping in that pussy thatn you diving in the grave 
White man build the prison and the niggas come through 
Like the motherfuckers giving out free barbeque 
Lock a nigga up for life and say f*ck you 
Most of ya'll ain't make it pass the 12th grade 
That's why you making minimum wage or slanging rocks for chump change 
a lot of people died for the right to vote 
We don't use white devils taking nigga land and missuse it 
On top of that I think my uncle on crack 
My boy Quay Shaun took a slug in his back 
>From another black now he in the coma trying to make it back 
Come on come on 
My old lady think she pregnant I ain't got no cash for her 
She probably fucking another nigga I wouldn't put it past her 
My mind got me murderous like John Doe 
Bitch ass niggas trying to play me like a hoe 
And now I'm rolling round sucking on a steel dick 
Bout to pull the trigger end it cause I'm tired of this bullshit 
Know what I'm saying grown men don't cry 
But the ghetto got me wheeping like a bitch I'm gone die on my knees 

(Chorus) 

Black Jesus tell me why this world so fucked up 
Allah, tell me why this world so fucked up 
Black Jesus tell me why this world so fucked up for me 
For me a nigga 

Verse 2 (Abel) 

They say that I was dealt some bad cards in this game of life 
But before I take my trip I'm gone leave with them stripes 
Sending dime bags of weed, toting nines til nose bleeds 
My nerve so bad I had to pop one of those be	's 
I had to strap my jimmy hat or catch this double mint disease 
See the devil in a crack pipe pointing at me 
I seen a nigga shaking just lke he caught the holy ghost 
But he really scored a gram of heroin for 80 bones 
I got them stones, if you take a hit you can't resist 
Now I'm crying, I think one of my brothers on that shit 
Do you care if you live or die, really I don't know 
But if there's hell below I think we all gonna go 

(Chorus) 

Verse 3 (Master P) 

Tell me is this heaven, is this hell 
I ain't LL, but all I hear is funeral bells 
The ghetto's trying to kill me, a born loser 
A born hustler my uncle's a drug user 
I'm from the projects or should I say the 3rd Ward 
Where fools into killing and fiends walk like androids 
Hooked up with the twins or should I say Kane & Abel 
Trying to keep some change in my pockets, some food on my table 

Verse 4 (Silkk) 

You know what P your right 
Cause Silkk was on the block like last night 
Niggaz doing anything from selling drugs 
to sell mugs smoking that glass pipe 
I'm from a messed up city where niggas don't live long 
they parents out-live they kids 
Rest in peace to my homie they like split his wig 
Now who won't walk that last mile to they death 
Imaging taking a deep (inhales) that was your last breath 
Just imaging your mom was prostituting your mom was smoking 
Imagine your eyes don't close imagine your eyes don't open 
I be like trying to keep the world and stay TRU 
There's too much drama in my hood, gotta stay cool 

Verse 5 (Master P) 

As I lay me down to sleep 
Black Jesus if you real, take me out this ghetto g 
Cause its crazy its wicked 
I got niggaz on every block trying to get a meal, ticket 
They killing they murder 
Little kids in 3 inch girdles 
And life is just like Pac Man 
Niggaz gumping up niggas but who gone be the next man 
To lose his shoes, I mean lose his life 
Who gone think twice, dying in this ghetto life 
Cause in the White House, politicians run the country 
But where I'm from in the ghetto's its bout drug money 
Ice cream slanging 
Niggas banging red and blue everybody's hanging 
Niggas bout it, little kids get rowdy 
But will I make it out this ghetto, I doubt it 

(Kane & Abel talking) 

I think the devil trying to get me to sell my soul 
He keep on walking with me, he keep on talking with me 
I think the devil's trying to get me to sell my soul 
He trying to temp me with the bitches and money 

Black Jesus black jesus if you feel me 
Than save me and my ghetto people

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