Master P - Why They Wanna Wish d**h lyrics

(feat. Afficial) [talking] 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 [Hook - 2x] 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 d**h, on me and my n***az [Master P] My n***a stared at me, must be mad at me I grew up with this n***a, how the f** he sent the FED's at me Boz told me, not to f** with n***az But I still threw my bone, cause I grew up with these n***az Cuz came home man, he looking good Fell off, having problems in the hood n***a 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 n***a, it won't change n***a We all trapped in the hood, in this game n***a And I'm just trying to raise, Romeo to be a man n***a And hope me and Silkk, don't have to squeeze these thangs n***a [Hook - 2x] [Master P] I talked to Daniel, I holla'd at Lee-Lee Marcus on lock, and told me they just k**ed 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 sh** gon stop I gave Do a record deal, then he got k**ed 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 d**h on my life [Hook - 2x] [Yukon] 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 n***az, 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 n***az'll peel you from the back, so it ain't no hugs Just a bunch of n***az, up on they grind And it ain't too many real n***az left, so they hard to find Most likely I don't roll with em, if they ain't soldiers Only real n***az, can tell you that pain mold you I got a plan, on the way to get richer So why they wanna wish d**h, on me and my n***az [Desperado] What's up peace to J-Dubs, n***a 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 n***az, 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 n***a [Hook - 2x]