featuring Master P



[Master P Talking]



Yo Mac nigga

The only reason I'm telling you this nigga

Cuz I care 'bout you nigga

I wanna see you ball til' you fall nigga but you know what

You know what come with muthafuckin' money and fame?

Muthafuckin' enemies and niggas hatin'

You see you rich now nigga but ahh

Dead men can't spend no muthafuckin' money



[Chorus Master P]



Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies and watch your friends

See money get you power, but it also get you dead



Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies, and watch your friends

See money get you sex, but it also get you dead



Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies, and watch your friends

See money get you respect, but it also get you dead



Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies, and watch your friends

See money brang power, but that's why it gets you dead



[Master P]



You see a wise man told me to keep your eyes on a sparrow

And don't get caught up like my lil' homies Harrold and Darryl

You see, this shit ain't the same nigga

Times done changed

How many homies out there chasin' fortune and fame

You see, a richeous man, he learns to preach and uhh

Intelligent man, he love to teach

But these ghetto wars got us trapped in

Crack sells, 1-8-7, 2-1-1's, even the state pen

The penitentury ain't no place for me

God, won't yah hear me, make a way for me

And to my homies that are gone, I hope they rest in peace

And we gon' ball til' we fall why we roll the streets



[Chorus--Master P]



[Mac]



Somebody ask me how it feel to have change

How I feel to be a major muthafucka in this game

I'll told them, let the sunshine turn to rain

In other words, that's cool but a lot of shit I can't explain

Bitches say they love me, but I can't really believe 'em

Who wouldn't wanna love me, I got money and I'm succedin'

Them bitches got niggas, niggas got bitches, they be plottin'

You show 'em your crib

Next week they kickin' in yo' spot

And it's a shame when niggas bust your brains with the stripes

It seems like I'm the only nigga trippin' on my life

At night I say my prays with my vest on

My triggas under my pillows

I'm even scared to get my rest on

Runnin' with them killas that'll ride for me, die for me

Open fire for me, wouldn't lie to me

I watch my back, I watch my front

I watch them niggas, I watch them bitches

In fact I think they all tryna kill Mac

Wooooo



[Chorus--Master P]



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