Lyrics:
nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin'
Uhh, the lesson from the Smith and Wesson is
Yeah Yeah
You Know I be walking with bands
I'm dripping all over the floor man
You run up I'm getting you slammed
Pick him bag him up, I ain't
the dead
I resurrected the rhyme and put it on a music bed
I’m ghost
I had to leave you
But I know I showed you
Just how much I love you
Keep walking to me
big t shirt got my forty-four
Shawty want to come back over cause she seen man dem in four by four
046 getting dead nominations till I be forty-four
Yo
knock off
A lot people wanna see me dead
Laying in a coffin
You ain't had this pain
I'm just really trying gain
Man it's making me insane
Please lord
know that we lit (lit)
We notorious (oh yeah)
Whole life I wanted to get big
Want to do it big
Man we got to get it big
Everything we do is big
'Till we
like it's Craig
(Rrr, my dog)
Them dog food junkies be the walking dead
(The walking dead)
It's only two monkeys jumping on the bed
(That's only me)
Say
into a secluded room it seems all safe
Man I wait for it one comes by I pull him in
Before he yells his neck is already slit
The others check on him but
the Hood
Big shot, notorious, undercover gangster
Four fly brothers I can really give thanks to
Run my own company, Money Bag Records
Now I'm makin moves
to be Jack Bauer
So let fam' keep talking
You gonna need a "Weekend At Bernie's"
If you trying to see a +Dead Man Walking+
[Red Cafe]
I guess it's
I been walking dead
I been feeling dead
I feel my body it be dead on the other side
All this lean I been drowning in ain't doing nothing
fi all a dem fear Addi
Any man weh move when di rifle claat is
A walking dead in front ah mi
Yeah a m16 me a beat, anuh matic a clap
Di bushmaster
neat
Mental stroke money and heart broke
Parents getting old couldn’t cut throat
lit j old way a notorious play
Old school lazy terror A big day
Vibe
see the paramedics, news cameras, police choppers
Man down, but they don't know who shot 'em
It's lookin' like The Walking Dead, zombies
Everyday
for you they ain't big on trust
I loved and gave love unconditionally they said it ain't enough yeah yeah
Man i practiced this method told them i'll go
thoughts under this beanie, man
No Beenie Man I'm a thinkin' man
And I've been thinkin', man, what you thinkin', man?
I'm thinkin' drive by, huh (drive
I'm dead and buried oh yeah
Hi my name is Jack and I'm living proof of a dead man walking
This spirit this body that's still talking
It's too
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
Mack, Notorious B.I.G.
Latifah, Heavy D, you should reminisce of me
Some say it's Naughty By Nature-'hip-hop in all its glory'
A fleet
and his dad was dead so he had to get his own bands up
He walks to the mirror and hears his mom's voice in his head "you're your dads son"
Big green eyes
Big's Frank White appetite for destruction
Made him king of New York a notorious introduction
To Pun the only son of Tony Montana X Cannibus and Mos
Were
scene:
One small young man standing by the rail,
And in the lane itself, parked straight across
As if it could stop anything, a large young
Man upon
Hop up in my bag
You gon think it was a lamb
Two niggas dead
He was walking with his mans
I don't even know them niggas
They probably just some fans
victorious
Could never be a legend like notorious big
But there's life after death
That's the story I live
Spotlight is on my God
Yeah the glory is his
When
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