99 Ways To Die Lyrics - Master P

H to the motherfuckin' K 

A Richmond ass nigga residin' in the Bay 

Still slangin' cola out the motherfuckin' palm trees 

TRU to the game and gone off that Dank weed 

Shoot a nigga up in the middle of the sunset 

And when you ride through the town you better wear your vest 

Real East Bay gangsta, the P is not a prankster 

Put the nina to your a jaw and watch a nigga gank ya 

See it's a turf thing, fools like to gangbang 

Russian roullete, put the Glock to your dome man 

And if a fool live he have shit in his pants 

Just seen the devil, taught you how to dirty dance 

Merri D whip the beat up just like some dope 

I put the lyrics in the chamber and watch that ass get smoked 

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99 ways to die, survival of the fittest 

Only one way to stay alive 

99 ways to die, survival of the fittest 

Only one way to stay alive 

99 ways to die, survival of the fittest 

Only one way to stay alive 

Head for the 94, P got that deuce deuce 

Homies better run, gon' like psycho ready to bust a few 

23rd street, I'm posted in the cut 

Southside of the Rich, TRU don't give a fuck 

Caught a fool slippin', tryin' to slang them Coca leaves 

Mark's gettin' smoked in my hood like some Dank weed 

My homie little Rich got the shotgun ready to bust a cap 

Duct tape around your mouth motherfucker did you? 

Ain't nobody trippin', caught that ass slippin' 

Dumpin' bullets in your back like young Scottie Pippen 

Niggas in the truck, with automatics 

5 g's ready to roll up on your ass from some static 

Fry that ass like Wendy's, where they fry fuckin' burgers 

Well done drippin' in blood cause that's the way I serve ya 

No lettuce or tomato, just straight lead 

When people straight clip three bullets to your head 

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Blood drippin' from my nose, I'm in a cold sweat 

I done smoked this fool, can't sleep I need a cigarette 

O.G. but it's time for me to put in work 

I mean cock the trigger, time to do my own dirt 

King guard the window, I toss and turn in my sleep 

Silkk hand on the pump, I hear the fuckin' police 

It's my time to come, i'm going out like Kadafi 

Jumped out the window ain't nobody gonna stop me 

Still have fuckin' blood on my hands from the torture? with the motherfucker that I thought ya 

Cause it's slaughter in the dope game 

Have you ever held the hands of a dead man 

It's serious G, I can't sleep though 

And I'm gone on that motherfuckin' Indo 

You gotta stay strapped 

Ain't no time to blank 

Niggas in my hood left dead with they corpses' stank 

Black-on-black crimes it's all about the dividends 

The government fed dope to my hood to make us kill again 

Fake D.A., feds on my fuckin' case 

Just like the? man, fuck the yellow tape 

I'm out on 50 g's and that's real 

And the sucka that snitched on the P, got his cap peeled