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master p – hands of a dead man lyrics

[verse-1]

as they shackled and chained me for a murder case
out the hood on my way to cya
and from cya to the pembrooke
if they find the murder weapon i get 10 more
but just like a g i remained calm
no witnesses a few more weeks i’ll be going home
but as the f-cking police car drove off g
i started thinking about my motherf-cking family
about the dope game must of been the wrong move
i still here my pops saying n-gg- stay in school
but once you shackled and chained ain’t no turning back
you get in front of the judge n-gg- you can tell your facts
i fell asleep in the back of the cop car
woke up? bout a mothaf-cking phone call
and as they booked me i had a mouthful of crack
and when i sh-t tonight b-tch i’m gone get it back
i must be daydreaming i’m thinking about my b-tch
til this motherf-cker woke me up and cough quick
and as they checked me b-tt naked and b-lls dangling
with 50 other motherf-ckers in the shower saying

yo man check this out
you gotta sleep with one eye open and one eye closed fool
this your first time in jail n-gg- gone need some friends
by the way youngster what’s your name

[verse-2]

you can call me killer on the streets its the dopeman
and like scarface you gotta let your nuts hang
i put my glock up to a fool don’t move g
see in 94 suckers catching lugies
but ain’t n-body tripping on the black man
you either learn to dope deal or you gang bang
see in the ghetto a life don’t mean sh-t
and most blacks they don’t know about politics
and once you marked for death than your -ss is smoked
cause n-gg-s dying young in the ghetto
gang banging that can get you 40 to life
so choose your casket red, blue or white
and once you gone ain’t no motherf-cking coming back
the way you live is the way you gone die black
glocks pulled on this sucker for selling dope
n-gg- owe me money so you know he gotta go
f-cking with my stash i’m gone kick that -ss
spend 17 rounds as they stuff him in a bodybag
even though i know i’m living f-cking ignorant
i guess that’s the sh-t that got me in the pen
but since i’m in, i guess i got to hold my ground
make a second case so motherf-ckers? down
hit the weights on a motherf-cking daily basis
and keep my mouth closed and always remember faces
cause once you in jail you ain’t nothing but a number black
you never know when the f-cker going to call you back
i’d rather sleep in some motherf-cking quick sand
they killed my celly have you ever held the hands of a dead man

(chorus x4)
have you ever held the hand of a dead man

- master p lyrics

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