Lyrics:
The only thing that make a place Live is the people in it
It used to be impossible to fly
Now I'm sleepin in it
Use to be a dead man walking I'm
surrounding when you hustling
Them niggas smiling at you ain't your friends, dawg
All the real ones are dead or in the pen y'all
You fuck with dude, he your
toothless
Two big body Tracks
Got two new whips
In the fucking Mayback
We done flew through quick
Just went out, yes we stepping
Had to cop me two sticks
Been
by my bad hand
Bad man, bad man
Right grip cash balling with my bad hand, Uh
Big squad, bad plans
Right grip cash balling with my bad hand, Uh
I feel
take it
Uh, uh
Man, who let these niggas in
Time to beat them up, Mortal Kombat
Finish them, call me 50 Cent, yea im hated by many men
JiggySquad
strips, Ben Franklins
Dead niggas in rotation
Smoked him by myself, faced him
Black Glock, green laser
Try to run, we gon' chase you
She won't fuck, I won't
got a phone
This was a two man mission
I found myself walking alone
This was two man mission
I found myself holding the phone
Just like the moon-man
Money bags
Money bags
Big bag
Big bag
Money bags
Big bag
Man this world goin' crazy
Goin' crazy
Crazy for that cash
I know niggas flipping packs for
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry
I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
know you are walking on shifting sands
Nothing deserving of death has been done by Him
I find no fault in this Man
He is innocent
I know where I stand
and show you how deadly I am!
Bitch, I'm the plague!
Listen, you're constantly talking and bombarding
Conversations between motherfucking dead men walking
simply smart play by the
legendary Champion. He approaches the ball.. let?s watch.
Champion: Take a swing at the ball hitting the tree route in
of Arrested Development
Don't be an Alkaholik lil Half Dead man
You livin' off the land of an Apache Redman
Poor Righteous Teachers like KRS say
Boss like Ross
more urgent matters
Never mind ,it's just a black man dead
Never mind,just another black man dead
A country road a black child walking
Heart ,dreaming
did and do shit that's better than new shit (what)
Fit for two clips (what)
The kid is a nuisance (yeah)
Aw man, he's inspired by his own gangsta
twenties like a billion where I'm from
An arrogant drug dealer the legend I've become
CNN said I'd be dead by twenty one
Blackjack I just pulled in Aces
keeping me small
I’m in waste deep, final nail to the coffin
I’m a dead man walking
Who’s going to save me from myself
Tell me is it really me, myself
is it a stinger is something else you understand.
There was a man named Stacker Lee in Argenta a little man with a big 44
You know he shot his
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae,
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae,
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae,
came from the land of the dead
I said “Hello, man! What’s your name? Why did you come out of your grave?”
He didn’t say anything and kept staring at me
I
dead
Walking em down like Bron Bron
Ain't talking bout whoopty but he hit the cha cha
Walking em down with the choppa
Get hit in yo head removing yo
my rhyme and get the hell away
Just last week when I was walking down the street
I observed this lovely lady that I wanted to meet
I walked up to her
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