TRU {C-Murder} - Last Dance lyrics

(C-Murder) Sometimes I think the Lord is testing me Don't want to go to jail, I'm tired of getting arrested G I know I'm sinning when I'm sell crack But to a young n***a like me, a G ain't no turning back Trying to settle down is hopeless With a nagging old lady and a baby I can't cope with it A chance is something that I never had I'm standing on this corner, I got my rocks up in a skittles bag Can't make a move without my boy I wear a bulletproof vest and watch my back because I'm paranoid You know the ghetto is a trap I'm not 2Pac but these jealous n***as got me strapped Raised like a criminal and born a ba*tard Visions of a jail or a grave, a closed clasket Reminizing about my murder friends But I'm proud of selling d**, supplying my family with these dividends My nose bad n***a like a rock star Tired of swallowing dope everytime I see a cop car Can't leave this spot 'til all my f**in crack gone Six rocks never asked the Lord to let me make it home Cause I'm a n***a on the run If you talk that sh**, I'm gon' have to get my damn gun Cause I can't take no chances Either me or you going to die, I guess that will be your last dance Chorus (Master P) Your 187 dance, 187 dance Tthis will be your last dance 187 dance, 187 dance Fool this will be your last dance Last call for alcohol I mean blood's spill on the wall Last call for alcohol I mean blood's spill on the wall (Master P) Blood on my palms and I pack a Glock For these s**ers and b**hes tryin to bet me on my f**in rock spot (Mia X) But Mia X got your back P Cause ain't no b**h nor they kinfolks ever gon' faze me (Master P) And if you step to us k**ers then you dead Cause I sleep with a HK, Tre-8 and this infrared (Mia X) Another braud a** n***a on this back Then if it is on your mind we got this second line in for you (Master P) In for you What about you and you Don't f** with my crew 'cause I'll do y'all too Bust caps on whoever Whenever, however, whereever (Mia X) So the crowd better start ducking Cause these No Limit TRU Soldiers still ain't finish f**in busting (Master P) Won't leave no witnesses to talk about it Mr. Serv-On got life insurance and I'm bout it bout it (Mia X) Now don't talk about the way we do this And b**hes think they prepared to do this, prepare to eat some bullets (Master P) So come dance with the devil with the gold teeth Ain't no bu*terflying on the floor but may you rest in peace Chorus (C-Murder) I'm waking up in cold sweats, I just realized It wasn't a dream, I shot that fool in the drive by Another victim of the dope game That n***a tried to rob me off my h**n and c**aine A lot of pride, a lot of heart, so how you figure My rep was on the line, of course I had to k** that n***a Crepped up on him playing basketball Rolled down the window and I shot that b**h with my sawed off I'm kind of crazy you can't get me A lot of n***as scared to stand in the same room with me I'm bout the dope pushing money bro Just got out of jail and already back slanging dope My daddy wasn't there for me G And my mom left me in the house abandoned at the age of three So don't ask me why I'm heartless son Cause I was raised by some k**ers, so I guess I gots to be one I'm down for whatever Murder, selling d**, and robbery in any kind of weather My girl say I won't live long I'm sick because I idolize Scarface and Al Kapone Won't none of these n***as don't understand me Master P, King George, and Silkk and Cali G So don't f** with TRU man And if you do, this will be your last dance Chorus