Kenny`s Dead

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