funeral march along my brain House in my head has left me for dead This house in my head, I'm going home House in my head, you've left me for dead House
niggas off in different sections Don't hate my message, destiny led to mimic Chastity for my daughter wad up a niggas Sherm And come listen to the sermon Swervin' in my
worry bout a damn thang, everything finna be alright Off to the door so bright like a knight in shining armor Hug my wife my sons my daughter, ain't
thousand That's why with my gun I'm browsing On the hottest strip to see you, I gotta hit the star running housing I listen to my ear, respect my ego
, so Lord, help me please 'Cause I rather die on my feet than to live on my knees Living like I'm bulletproof, cocking the glock and aim and shoot My
too smart too Put one of my partners right through culinary art school Now he my personal chef so that bread he get it Put 'em all in houses cleaned up all of my
We got 'em strung with the drugs that we dealin' Or peelin', some loud niggas, thugs can feel us And my Brooklyn killers, and my project niggas And my
like bombs from out the sky They wasn't aimin' at us not at my house They hit The World Trade, The Pentagon And almost got The White House Now everybody
Shootin' up heroin, and shootin' niggaz for ghetto fame I gotta lace my boots and wade through the muddy waters Prey on flesh, so I can feed my sons and daughters
find my home Twenty years on the run trying to find my own (And I confess, a house is not a home) My head is red- my bones black and blue Fever burns
found out she put a gun to her head It was loaded, sixteen bullets She was all dressed in black, she had her necklace on When she fired sixteen bullets Her sons
self before sentencing? [master p] Hehehe, yes! Nigga I'm a rottweiler, they call me dawg on the streets I never leave the house without my hand on my
self before sentencing? [Master P] Hehehe, yes! Nigga I'm a Rottweiler, they call me dawg on the streets I never leave the house without my hand on my
off in different sections Don't hate my message Destiny led to mimic Chastity for my daughter Wad up a niggas sherm And come listen to the sermon Swervin in my
m too smart too Put one of my partners right through culinary art school Now he my personal chef so that bread he get it Put them all in houses cleaned up all of my
We got 'em strung with the drugs that we dealing Or peeling, some loud niggas, thugs can feel us And my Brooklyn killers, and my project niggas And my
cocaine Shootin' up heroin, and shootin' niggaz for ghetto fame I gotta lace my boots and wade through the muddy waters Prey on flesh, so I can feed my sons and daughters
