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Album: Miscellaneous (2007) Artists: Master P 4, 3, 2, 1 (E-Dub Remix) 6 'n Tha Mornin' After Dollars, No Cents Back Against the Wall Bangin' Basketball Bounce That Azz Converse B-Ball Did I Do That? Foolish Headin' 4 the Jack Here We Go Hit Em Up Homie Ride Homies and Thuggs Homies and Thugs (Remix) Hook It Up How to Be a Playa Hustlin' I Got the Hook Up! If I Could Change Is it You? (Deja Vu) Is There a Heaven 4 a Gangsta? Itch or Scratch Kenny's Dead Let's Ride (Radio Edit) Life in the Fast Lane Live or Die Locked Up Made Niggaz Meal Ticket No Limit Soldiers II Paper Chasing Playa 4 Life Playaz From the South Pop Lockin' II Trouble Me

Song: Kenny's Dead Artists: Master P Favorite: Add Remove Master P Miscellaneous Kenny's Dead Album: Chef Aid - The South Park Album Thanks to brians@compusmart.ab.ca for these lyrics. 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

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