Why they wanna see me dead lyrics

Artist  : Gambino family 
Song : Why they wanna see me dead
 
[Lil' Gotti]
Now why dey wanna see me dead niggas put prices
on my head
Now I got two Rottwielers by my bed

Niggas afraid to see a Gambino nigga get paid
so my life be filled with blood shed
late nights mommas cryin on the bed visulizin me
in the grave
now why the fuck it gots to be dis way
these projects got a nigga fucked up in the head
gotta stay high to survive
I ain't gone lie these streets be havin a nigga
wanna die
bein a breeder gots to stay alive keep close to
my 4-5
keep my eyes on the prize can't be victimized by
bitch niggas in disguise
pretendin to be my thug nigga but all the while
my designated killah
my whole life is a thrillah
Everything is on the realah nigga I'm all about
my skrilla
fucked up and I kill ya 
I know you feel the pressure dat a thug goin
through
I wanna change but its hard to do
when all my life I been true 2 da game
pushin cane to represent my family name
ain't a damn thang gone change its the same old
same
everytime I walk out my house these playa haters
approach
these niggas get smoked
cause lord knows I ain't ready to go
but when my time comes (but when my time comes)
and my blood runs
just blaze the blunt and watch over my son
make sure dat his days okay dry the tears from
his eye
when dis nigga here die tell em I went to a place
high next to a lot
tell em dat I live my life as a wise guy
 
and floss my ride and bust bitches eyes
maybe dat's why dey wanna see me dead
and put prices over my motherfuckin head

[Lil' Gotti]
Now why dey wanna see me dead niggas put prices
on my head
Now I got two Rottwielers by my bed

[P'Heno]
I think dey after me dey wanna see me dead
100 G's for the slugs dat enter my head
but I ain't scared  though we leavin niggas stank
no limit niggas commin bustin in the fuckin tank
dem niggas jealous cause my tape in demand
we on the paper chase and I just can't understand
how these niggas infiltraton findin out about my
where abouts
thought you did something kickin in my baby momma
house
I know your blood flowin with these evil thoughts
of killin me
but I'm like P always think somebodys watchin me
other jealous folk got me under survielence
wanna murder me and make me number 187
but I tell em if dey come dem niggas best come
prepared
puttin  lead between yo heads and I'm leavin it
dead
cause dis 4th Ward soul ain't got no time for
fools
(I guess dat what he sayin but he ain't
pronouncin it right)
12 gauge unload now your brain exposed
gotta get up out dis game because its gettin to
drastic
dodgin bullets cause dey wanna make my child a
bastard
will I last it or will a nigga just perish
instead
the N.O.P.D. the Feds dey all wanna see me dead