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Ghetto D

Master P

Mix Tape, Vol. 1

1998

Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee. 

Thank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha. 

(Beat starts) 

see Murder 

Let me give a shot out

C-7
Do I need a real job if I wanna see heaven
Back to pack, pack for show, back again
Same part repeats like a loop again
I see a tree of roads 
Let me

Let me tell you what exactly I’m thinking
I’m on the spot bravery’s shrinking
All of my thoughts are gone this ship is sinking
I got eyes with

skanks on the way up
Oh, bitch thinks she's heaven-sent
It's evident that she ain't never been with seven inches
Yes, I said seven, I measured it
Seven

at delicatessen
I get the slurpee free 7 Evelen
Keep me a toaster I'm gone heat it up
My oppas pray I don't send em to heaven
Or take em back where I came from it's

It's night near the 4th of July
We're on the lake, shifting a long with the tide
You got your cocktail sliding along the boat
Babe your grab your

Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Let me get him
Pay attention when he talk I know they feel him (i know they)
How these

and tricky
Behavior to bitchy
Can't let dem suck my energy
Baby nursing titty
Talk my name with people
Really It's a pity
Dem freaky and geeky
Daily and weekly

like "It's whatever, let's go."
So you know
Were walking down 17th street
Hitting the Abyss, you know
Walk in the building
That's when I saw you
I was

gotta call my heaven for the message and all my friends
The law of heaven is all of the books of the Bible
I never been in the jail for a sentence
I don't

They use to talk about me, who knew I got old friends
Don't hang around these others niggas like a white man

Who knew that I blow like the 4th

911, 911, get me on the line to heaven 
Tell me if they got they assigned seating and they time together 
Let em know I'm rappin 
Let em know I'm

the kombucha
We got all the room aye

Don't think I can lose you looking two days
In heaven with loose change
From seven to noon

Aye i'm looking at you
There's

They say gimme this gimme that
When hes back on attack
Run the track
But they talk trash
When Im stuck on my back
So Im gon run it back
When I go

niggas
Who the fuck said we friends mayday!

Came in this mother fucker by myself
When I leave I'mma take some more niggas
Am allergic to them broke niggas

Comin in your door
You must already know
Death has arrived
Skin white like snow
I wanna fuckin die
Devil won't let me go
Not now son
It'll soon be

anesthesia, feds want me subpoenaed
For niggas chasin' goals that I targetted myself
Some of my best verses, I'm just talkin' to myself
They won't let me

Poppin' them perks, nigga slow down
I can't think so I keep pourin' up this wok
7.62's beatin' up his block, got a ARP with a bow stark
I don't miss,

talk to the crow
Aimed at ur head cus it glow
To me it's all just for show
Sum shit I don't even know
But I know I gotta let go
I don't give a fuck bout

on life number seven
Life number seven, that's crazy
I once heard a tale about a sweet little baby
He died, went to heaven, came back with a story
He said

seen her walkin by
lady caught my eye
girl was so divine
gotta let her know i wanna make her mine
wanna spend my time, wanna give her
everything she

solid but when we dead nobody yelling
Sandra Bland and Aiyana only 7 
Dominique and Riah, Yvette, Rekia in heaven 
Our celebration is resistance and so is

like we see it? 
Appalled at our own achievements
Applauded by enemies and made fans of our disbelievers
Damn, I'm a different breed, lift my hands

thing
What you know about it
Blessing
I'm looking for a blessing
She ain't got no egoooooo
Closest thing to heaven

Before fashion in the 16th century,