99 Ways To die
Master P Song Lyrics

(Master P)H to the motherfuckin' KA Richmond ass nigga residin' in the BayStill slangin' cola out the motherfuckin' palm treesTRU to the game and gone off some Dank weedShoot a nigga up in the middle of the sunsetAnd when you ride through the town you better wear your vestReal East Bay gangsta, the P is not a pranksterPut the nina to your a jaw and watch a nigga gank yaSee it's a turf thing, fools like to gangbangRussian roullete, put the Glock to your dome manAnd if a fool live he have shit in his pantsJust seen the devil, taught you how to dirty danceMerri D whip the beat up just like some dopeI put the lyrics in the chamber and watch that ass get smokedChorus:99 ways to die, survival of the fittestOnly one way to stay alive99 ways to die, survival of the fittestOnly one way to stay alive99 ways to die, survival of the fittestOnly one way to stay alive(Master P)Head for the 94, P got that deuce deuceHomies better run, gon' like psycho ready to bust a few23rd street, I'm posted in the cutSouthside of the Rich, TRU don't give a fuckCaught a fool slippin', tryin' to slang them Coca leavesMark's gettin' smoked in my hood like some Dank weedMy homie little Rich got the shotgun ready to bust a capDuct tape around your mouth motherfucker did you ???Ain't nobody trippin', caught that ass slippin'Dumpin' bullets in your back like young Scottie PippenNiggas in the truck, with automatics5 g's ready to roll up on your ass from some staticFry that ass like Wendy's, where they fry fuckin' burgersWell done drippin' in blood cause that's the way I serve yaNo lettuce or tomato, just straight leadWhen people straight clip three bullets to your headChorus:(Master P)Blood drippin' from my nose, I'm in a cold sweatI done smoked this fool, can't sleep I need a cigaretteO.G. but it's time for me to put in workI mean cock the trigger, time to do my own dirtKing guard the window, I toss and turn in my sleepSilkk hand on the pump, I hear the fuckin' policeIt's my time to come, i'm going out like KadafiJumped out the window ain't nobody gonna stop meStill have fuckin' blood on my hands from the torture??? with the motherfucker that I thought yaCause it's slaughter in the dope gameHave you ever held the hands of a dead manIt's serious G , I can't sleep thoughAnd I'm gone on that motherfuckin' IndoYou gotta stay strappedAin't no time to blankNiggas in my hood left dead with they corpses' stankBlack-on-black crimes it's all about the dividendsThe government fed dope to my hood to make us kill againFake D.A., feds on my fuckin' caseJust like the ??? man, fuck the yellow tapeI'm out on 50 g's and that's realAnd the sucka that snitched on the P, got his cap peeledChorus: