(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 spitting when i'm sell crack
but to a young nigga like me
a G ain't no turning back
trying to settle down is hopeless
when a nigga and a 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 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 Tupac but these jealous niggas got me strapped
raise like a criminal but born a bastard
visions of a jail or a grave
a closed clasket
reminizing about my murder friends
but i'm proud of selling drugs
providing my family with these dividends
my nose bad nigga like a rock star
tired of swolling dope
everytime I see a cop car
can't leave this spot
till all my fuckin crack gone
six rocks never asked the Lord to let me make it home
cause i'm a nigga on the run
if you talk that shit
i'm going to 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, this will be your last dance, 187 dance, 187 dance,
fool this will be your last dance, last call for alchol, I mean blood's spill
on the wall
(Master P)
Blood on my palm
and I pack a glock
for these suckers and bitches tryin to bet me on my fuckin rock spot
(Mia X)
But Mia X got your back P
cause ain't no bitch nor these kince
aren't ever going to fade me
(Master P)
And if you step to us killers
then you dead
cause I sleep with a HK
Tre-8 then missed it in for red
(Mia X)
Another braud ass nigga
on this back then if it is on your mind
then we got this second line in for you
(Master P)
In for you
what about you and you
don't fuck with my crew
cause i'll do your hoe 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 fuckin busting
(Master P)
Won't leave no witneses 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 bitches 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 butterflying on the floor
bu
