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Versuri-versuri.ro > Versuri Litera M > Versuri Master P > The Ghetto's Trying to Kill Me - Hands of a Dead ManVerse 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 fucking police car drove off g  
 I started thinking about my motherfucking family  
 About the dope game must of been the wrong move  
 I still here my pops saying nigga stay in school  
 But once you shackled and chained ain't no turning back  
 You get in front of the judge nigga you can tell your facts  
 I fell asleep in the back of the cop car  
 Woke up ?? bout a mothafucking phone call  
 And as they booked me I had a mouthful of crack  
 And when I shit tonight bitch I'm gone get it back  
 I must be daydreaming I'm thinking about my bitch  
 Til this motherfucker woke me up and cough quick  
 And as they checked me butt naked and balls dangling  
 With 50 other motherfuckers 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 nigga 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 nobody tripping on the black man  
 You either learn to dope deal or you gang bang  
 See in the ghetto a life don't mean shit  
 And most blacks they don't know about politics  
 And once you marked for death than your ass is smoked  
 Cause niggas 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 motherfucking coming back  
 The way you live is the way you gone die black  
 Glocks pulled on this sucker for selling dope  
 Nigga owe me money so you know he gotta go  
 Fucking with my stash I'm gone kick that ass  
 Spend 17 rounds as they stuff him in a bodybag  
 Even though I know I'm living fucking ignorant  
 I guess that's the shit that got me in the pen  
 But since I'm in, I guess I got to hold my ground  
 Make a second case so motherfuckers ?? down  
 Hit the weights on a motherfucking 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 fucker going to call you back  
 I'd rather sleep in some motherfucking 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
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