Last Dance

[Verse 1: C-Murder]

Sometimes I think the Lord is testing me

Don't want to go to jail, I'm tired of getting arrested G

I know I'm sinning when I'm sell crack

But to a young nigga like me, a G ain't no turning back

Trying to settle down is hopeless

With a nagging old lady and a baby I can't cope with it

A chance is something that I never had

I'm standing on this corner, I got my rocks up in a skittles bag

Can't make a move without my boy

I wear a bulletproof vest and watch my back because I'm paranoid

You know the ghetto is a trap

I'm not 2Pac but these jealous niggas got me strapped

Raised like a criminal and born a bastard

Visions of a jail or a grave, a closed clsket

Reminiscing about my murder friends

But I'm proud of selling drugs, supplying my family with these dividends

My nerves bad nigga like a rock star

Tired of swallowing dope every time I see a cop car

Can't leave this spot 'til all my fuckin' crack gone

Six rocks left asked the Lord to let me make it home

Cause I'm a nigga on the run

If you talk that shit, I'm gon' have to get my damn gun

Cause I can't take no chance

Either me or you going to die, I guess that will be your last dance

[Chorus: Master P]

Your 187 dance, 187 dance

This will be your last dance

187 dance, 187 dance

Fool this will be your last dance

Last call for alcohol

I mean blood's spill on the wall

Last call for alcohol

I mean blood's spill on the wall

[Verse 2: Master P & Mia X]

Blood on my palms and I pack a Glock

For these suckers and bitches tryin to beat me on my fuckin rock spot

But Mia X got your back P

Cause ain't no bitch nor they kinfolks ever gon' faze me

And if you step to us killers then you dead

Cause I sleep with a HK, Tre-8 and this infrared

Another broad ass nigga on his back

Then if it is on your mind we got this second line in for you

And for you

What about you and you

Don't fuck with my crew 'cause I'll do y'all too

Bust caps on whoever

Whenever, however, wherever

So the crowd better start ducking

Cause these No Limit TRU Soldiers still ain't finish fuckin busting

Won't leave no witnesses to talk about it

Mr. Serv-On got life insurance and I'm bout it bout it

Now don't talk the way we do this

And bitches think they prepared to do this, prepare to eat some bullets

So come dance with the devil with the gold teeth

Ain't no butterflying on the floor but may you rest in peace

[Chorus: Master P]

Your 187 dance, 187 dance

This will be your last dance

187 dance, 187 dance

Fool this will be your last dance

Last call for alcohol

I mean blood's spill on the wall

Last call for alcohol

I mean blood's spill on the wall

[Verse 3: C-Murder]

I'm waking up in cold sweats, I just realized

It wasn't a dream, I shot that fool in the drive by

Another victim of the dope game

That nigga tried to rob me off my heroin and cocaine

A lot of pride, a lot of heart, so how you figure

My rep was on the line, of course I had to kill that nigga

Crept up on him playing basketball

Rolled down the window and I shot that bitch with my sawed off

I'm kind of crazy you can't get me

A lot of niggas scared to stand in the same room with me

I'm bout the dope pushing money bro

Just got out of jail and already back slanging dope

My daddy wasn't there for me G

And my mom left me in the house abandoned at the age of three

So don't ask me why I'm heartless son

Cause I was raised by some killers, so I guess I gots to be one

I'm down for whatever

Murder, selling drugs, and robbery in any kind of weather

My girl say I won't live long

I'm sick because I idolize Scarface and Al Kapone

Won't none of these niggas don't understand me

Master P, King George, and Silkk and Cali G

So don't fuck with TRU man

And if you do, this will be your last dance

[Chorus: Master P]

Your 187 dance, 187 dance

This will be your last dance

187 dance, 187 dance

Fool this will be your last