This is Master P

I'm down here in South Park

I just put a million dollar reward up

For any information or anybody who know who killed Kenny

Ya heard?



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(Kenny's dead)

We got to ride tonight

My little homey Kenny died tonight

(that's what I said)

unh!



Kenny strated messin' up, hangin' with the thugs

Cutting class, in the fast section, see weed and drugs

And I guess that's how it is, when the ghetto got you trapped

But Kenny ain't scared, he seen his pops get his neck snapped

People lie in they sheet, on South Park streets

Where the hoes chill and everybody run from the police

But what I liked about Kenny, he wasn't no crip or no blood

And he mumbled when he talked, but he loved that bud



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Alot of hopeless nights chasin' nickels and dimes

Kenny rode the other bus to school, but at night, he did crimes

two eleven, one eighty seven, it's like a hobby

Kenny slowed his roll, he did three years for a robbery

Some say Kenny was the poorest kid on the street

But picture this, Kenny with about ten g's and a couple of keys

Huh, servin' the dope fiends, standin' on the corner

Moved and worked from New Orleans to Arizona

But it was a trip, Kenny always wondered how he would die

Would it be a car crash, a plane, a gun, or suicide

He knew one day that the rats would come

But he didn't know they was gonna scream "'bout it 'bout it"

And hit him with a shotgun

unh!



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Alot of wasted deaths, alot of senseless crime

But everybody think about what you do out there, because uh

Judgment day is for everybody

Just remember that, uh, we can't take none of this wit' us

And it's real out here on t