Lyric Kenny s Dead
This is Master P
I m down here in South Park
I just put a million dollar reward up
For any information or anybody who know who killed Kenny
Ya heard?
[Chorus]
(Kenny s dead)
We got to ride tonight
My little homey Kenny died tonight
(that s what I said)
unh!
Kenny strated messin up, hangin with the thugs
Cutting class, in the fast section, see weed and drugs
And I guess that s how it is, when the ghetto got you trapped
But Kenny ain t scared, he seen his pops get his neck snapped
People lie in they sheet, on South Park streets
Where the hoes chill and everybody run from the police
But what I liked about Kenny, he wasn t no crip or no blood
And he mumbled when he talked, but he loved that bud
[Chorus]
Alot of hopeless nights chasin nickels and dimes
Kenny rode the other bus to school, but at night, he did crimes
two eleven, one eighty seven, it s like a hobby
Kenny slowed his roll, he did three years for a robbery
Some say Kenny was the poorest kid on the street
But picture this, Kenny with about ten g s and a couple of keys
Huh, servin the dope fiends, standin on the corner
Moved and worked from New Orleans to Arizona
But it was a trip, Kenny always wondered how he would die
Would it be a car crash, a plane, a gun, or suicide
He knew one day that the rats would come
But he didn t know they was gonna scream " bout it bout it"
And hit him with a shotgun
unh!
[Chorus]
Alot of wasted deaths, alot of senseless crime
But everybody think about what you do out there, because uh
Judgment day is for everybody
Just remember that, uh, we can t take none of this wit us
And it s real out here on these streets
I d love to live like Kenny
But just remember, Kenny wasn t nothin but a cartoon
Huh, died, he s dead, ain t no comin back
Ya heard me?
Hombre, Master P, No Limit
To the world, baby
Don t get no realer than this
I m down here in South Park
I just put a million dollar reward up
For any information or anybody who know who killed Kenny
Ya heard?
[Chorus]
(Kenny s dead)
We got to ride tonight
My little homey Kenny died tonight
(that s what I said)
unh!
Kenny strated messin up, hangin with the thugs
Cutting class, in the fast section, see weed and drugs
And I guess that s how it is, when the ghetto got you trapped
But Kenny ain t scared, he seen his pops get his neck snapped
People lie in they sheet, on South Park streets
Where the hoes chill and everybody run from the police
But what I liked about Kenny, he wasn t no crip or no blood
And he mumbled when he talked, but he loved that bud
[Chorus]
Alot of hopeless nights chasin nickels and dimes
Kenny rode the other bus to school, but at night, he did crimes
two eleven, one eighty seven, it s like a hobby
Kenny slowed his roll, he did three years for a robbery
Some say Kenny was the poorest kid on the street
But picture this, Kenny with about ten g s and a couple of keys
Huh, servin the dope fiends, standin on the corner
Moved and worked from New Orleans to Arizona
But it was a trip, Kenny always wondered how he would die
Would it be a car crash, a plane, a gun, or suicide
He knew one day that the rats would come
But he didn t know they was gonna scream " bout it bout it"
And hit him with a shotgun
unh!
[Chorus]
Alot of wasted deaths, alot of senseless crime
But everybody think about what you do out there, because uh
Judgment day is for everybody
Just remember that, uh, we can t take none of this wit us
And it s real out here on these streets
I d love to live like Kenny
But just remember, Kenny wasn t nothin but a cartoon
Huh, died, he s dead, ain t no comin back
Ya heard me?
Hombre, Master P, No Limit
To the world, baby
Don t get no realer than this
