This is Master P
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I'm down here in South Park
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I just put a million dollar reward up
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For any information or anybody who know who killed Kenny
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Ya heard?
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[Chorus]
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(Kenny's dead)
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We got to ride tonight
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My little homey Kenny died tonight
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(that's what I said)
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unh!
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Kenny strated messin' up, hangin' with the thugs
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Cutting class, in the fast section, see weed and drugs
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And I guess that's how it is, when the ghetto got you trapped
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But Kenny ain't scared, he seen his pops get his neck snapped
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People lie in they sheet, on South Park streets
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Where the hoes chill and everybody run from the police
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But what I liked about Kenny, he wasn't no crip or no blood
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And he mumbled when he talked, but he loved that bud
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[Chorus]
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Alot of hopeless nights chasin' nickels and dimes
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Kenny rode the other bus to school, but at night, he did crimes
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two eleven, one eighty seven, it's like a hobby
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Kenny slowed his roll, he did three years for a robbery
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Some say Kenny was the poorest kid on the street
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But picture this, Kenny with about ten g's and a couple of keys
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Huh, servin' the dope fiends, standin' on the corner
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Moved and worked from New Orleans to Arizona
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But it was a trip, Kenny always wondered how he would die
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Would it be a car crash, a plane, a gun, or suicide
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He knew one day that the rats would come
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But he didn't know they was gonna scream "'bout it 'bout it"
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And hit him with a shotgun
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unh!
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[Chorus]
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Alot of wasted deaths, alot of senseless crime
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But everybody think about what you do out there, because uh
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Judgment day is for everybody
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Just remember that, uh, we can't take none of this wit' us
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And it's real out here on these streets
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I'd love to live like Kenny
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But just remember, Kenny wasn't nothin' but a cartoon
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Huh, died, he's dead, ain't no comin' back
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Ya heard me?
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Hombre, Master P, No Limit
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To the world, baby
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Don't get no realer than this
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Kenny's Dead
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| Master P |
