Kenny's Dead

[MrScorpio]

(Set to the music of Freddy's Dead by Curtis Mayfield)

This is Master P, I'm down here in South Park
And i Just put a million dollar reward up for any information
or anybody who knows who killed Kenny, ya heard!?
We got to ride tonight
My little homie, Kenny died tonight
We got to ride tonight
My little homie, Kenny died tonight
We got to ride tonight
My little homie, Kenny died tonight
We got to ride tonight
My little homie, Kenny died tonight

Kenny started messing up, hanging with the Thugs
Cutting class in the fast section, ecstasy, weed and drugs
And I guess that's how it is, when the Ghetto's got you Trapped
But Kenny ain't Scared, he seen his Pops get his Neck snapped
People Lie and they cheat 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..

We got to ride tonight
My little homie, Kenny died tonight
We got to ride tonight
My little homie, Kenny died tonight
We got to ride tonight
My little homie, Kenny died tonight
We got to ride tonight
My little homie, Kenny died tonight

Alotta hopeless nights chasin nickels and dimes
Kenny rode the yellow bus to school, but at night he did crimes
211, 187, it's like a hobby
Kenny slowed his roll, he did 3 years for a Robbery
Some say Kenny was the poorest kid on the Street
But picture this, Kenny with about 10 Gs and a couple of keys
Serving the dope fiends, standing on the corner
Moved and worked from New Orleans to Arizona
But it was a trip, Kenny I was wondering how you 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!'
And hit him with a Shotgun

We got to ride tonight
My little homie, Kenny died tonight
We got to ride tonight
My little homie, Kenny died tonight
We got to ride tonight
My little homie, Kenny died tonight
We got to ride tonight
My little homie, Kenny died tonight

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 we can't take none of this with us
And it's real out here on these streets
I'd love to live like Kenny
Die these days, ain't no coming back
Hombre, Master P, No Limit to the world, baby
It don't get no Realer than This

[AndyP]

1. you forgot

masta' P saying "uhhhhhhh"

[name not needed]

2. you bastards!