Master P - Why They Wanna See Me Dead (feat. Gambino Family) lyrics

[Lil' Gotti] Now why dey wanna see me dead n***as put prices on my head Now I got two Rottwielers by my bed n***as afraid to see a Gambino n***a get paid So my life be filled with blood shed Late nights mommas cryin on the bed visulizin me in the grave Now why the f** it gots to be dis way These projects got a n***a f**ed up in the head Gotta stay high to survive I ain't gone lie these streets be havin a n***a wanna die Bein a breeder gots to stay alive keep close to my 4-5 Keep my eyes on the prize can't be victimized by b**h n***as in disguise Pretendin to be my thug n***a but all the while my designated k**ah My whole life is a thrillah Everything is on the realah n***a I'm all about my skrilla f**ed up and I k** ya I know you feel the pressure dat a thug goin through I wanna change but its hard to do When all my life I been true 2 da game Pushin cane to represent my family name Ain't a damn thang gone change its the same old same Everytime I walk out my house these playa haters approach These n***as get smoked Cause lord knows I ain't ready to go But when my time comes (but when my time comes) and my blood runs Just blaze the blunt and watch over my son Make sure dat his days okay dry the tears from his eye When dis n***a here die tell em I went to a place high next to a lot Tell em dat I live my life as a wise guy And floss my ride and bust b**hes eyes Maybe dat's why dey wanna see me dead And put prices over my motherf**in head [Lil' Gotti] Now why dey wanna see me dead n***as put prices on my head Now I got two Rottwielers by my bed [P'Heno] I think dey after me dey wanna see me dead 100 G's for the slugs dat enter my head But I ain't scared though we leavin n***as stank No limit n***as commin bustin in the f**in tank Dem n***as jealous cause my tape in demand We on the paper chase and I just can't understand How these n***as infiltraton findin out about my where abouts Thought you did something kickin in my baby momma house I know your blood flowin with these evil thoughts of k**in me But I'm like P always think somebodys watchin me Other jealous folk got me under survielence Wanna murder me and make me number 187 But I tell em if dey come dem n***as best come prepared Puttin lead between yo heads and I'm leavin it dead Cause dis 4th Ward soul ain't got no time for fools (I guess dat what he sayin but he ain't pronouncin it right) 12 gauge unload now your brain exposed Gotta get up out dis game because its gettin to drastic Dodgin bullets cause dey wanna make my child a ba*tard Will I last it or will a n***a just perish instead The N.O.P.D. the Feds dey all wanna see me dea