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MASTER P lyrics : "Hands Of A Dead Man"

[Verse-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 $#&@ing police car drove off g

I started thinking about my mother$#&@ing family
About the dope game must of been the wrong move
I still here my pops saying ^!$$% stay in school

But once you shackled and chained ain't no turning back
You get in front of the judge ^!$$% you can tell your facts
I fell asleep in the back of the cop car

Woke up ?? bout a motha$#&@ing phone call
And as they booked me I had a mouthful of crack
And when I %#@! tonight (*##$ I'm gone get it back

I must be daydreaming I'm thinking about my (*##$
Til this mother$#&@er woke me up and cough quick
And as they checked me butt naked and balls dangling

With 50 other mother$#&@ers 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 ^!$$% 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 %#@!
And most blacks they don't know about politics
And once you marked for death than your $$# is smoked

Cause ^!$$%s 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 mother$#&@ing coming back
The way you live is the way you gone die black
Glocks pulled on this sucker for selling dope

^!$$% owe me money so you know he gotta go
$#&@ing with my stash I'm gone kick that $$#
Spend 17 rounds as they stuff him in a bodybag

Even though I know I'm living $#&@ing ignorant
I guess that's the %#@! that got me in the pen
But since I'm in, I guess I got to hold my ground

Make a second case so mother$#&@ers ?? down
Hit the weights on a mother$#&@ing 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 $#&@er going to call you back
I'd rather sleep in some mother$#&@ing 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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