Master P - 99 Ways To Die скачать mp3

[Master P] H to the motherfuckin' K A Richmond ass nigga residin' in the Bay Still slangin' cola out the motherfuckin' palm trees TRU to the game and gone off that Dank weed Shoot a nigga up in the middle of the sunset And when you ride through the town you better wear your vest Real East Bay gangsta, the P is not a prankster Put the nina to your a jaw and watch a nigga gank ya See it's a turf thing, fools like to gangbang Russian roullete, put the Glock to your dome man And if a fool live he have shit in his pants Just seen the devil, taught you how to dirty dance Merri D whip the beat up just like some dope I put the lyrics in the chamber and watch that ass get smoked [Chorus] 99 ways to die, survival of the fittest Only one way to stay alive 99 ways to die, survival of the fittest Only one way to stay alive 99 ways to die, survival of the fittest Only one way to stay alive [Master P] Head for the 94, P got that deuce deuce Homies better run, gon' like psycho ready to bust a few 23rd street, I'm posted in the cut Southside of the Rich, TRU don't give a fuck Caught a fool slippin', tryin' to slang them Coca leaves Mark's gettin' smoked in my hood like some Dank weed My homie little Rich got the shotgun ready to bust a cap Duct tape around your mouth motherfucker did you ??? Ain't nobody trippin', caught that ass slippin' Dumpin' bullets in your back like young Scottie Pippen Niggas in the truck, with automatics 5 g's ready to roll up on your ass from some static Fry that ass like Wendy's, where they fry fuckin' burgers Well done drippin' in blood cause that's the way I serve ya No lettuce or tomato, just straight lead When people straight clip three bullets to your head [Chorus] [Master P] Blood drippin' from my nose, I'm in a cold sweat I done smoked this fool, can't sleep I need a cigarette O.G. but it's time for me to put in work I mean cock the trigger, time to do my own dirt King guard the window, I toss and turn in my sleep Silkk hand on the pump, I hear the fuckin' police It's my time to come, i'm going out like Kadafi Jumped out the window ain't nobody gonna stop me Still have fuckin' blood on my hands from the torture ??? with the motherfucker that I thought ya Cause it's slaughter in the dope game Have you ever held the hands of a dead man It's serious G , I can't sleep though And I'm gone on that motherfuckin' Indo You gotta stay strapped Ain't no time to blank Niggas in my hood left dead with they corpses' stank Black-on-black crimes it's all about the dividends The government fed dope to my hood to make us kill again Fake D.A., feds on my fuckin' case Just like the ??? man, fuck the yellow tape I'm out on 50 g's and that's real And the sucka that snitched on the P, got his cap peeled [Chorus]