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Lyrics: [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 muthaf***in' money and fame? Muthaf***in' enemies, and niggas hatin' You see, you rich now nigga, but ahh Dead men can't spend no muthaf***in' 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 sh** 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 muthaf***a in this game I'll told them, let the sunshine turn to rain In other words, that's cool but a lot of sh** I can't explain bi***es 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 bi***es got niggas, niggas got bi***es, 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 bi***es In fact I think they all tryna kill mac Wooooo [chorus--master p] Uggggggghhh! More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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