Master P - Kenny's Dead Lyrics

This is Master P
I�m down here in South Park: Chef Aid
I just put a million dollar reward up
For any information or anybody who know who killed Kenny
Ya heard

(Kenny�s dead)
We got to ride tonight
My little homey Kenny died tonight (That�s what I said), uhh

Kenny started 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: Chef Aid 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

(Kenny�s dead)
We got to ride tonight
My little homey Kenny died tonight (That�s what I said), uhh

A lot of hopeless nights chasin� nickels and dimes
Kenny rode the other bus to school, but at night, he did crimes
211, 187, 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, uhh

(Kenny�s dead)
We got to ride tonight
My little homey Kenny died tonight (That�s what I said), uhh

A lot of wasted deaths, a lot 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 with 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