Lyrics:
Niggas is dead, dead I tell you, can't be serious
What you think is gonna happen
With three of the illest niggas together
Street music and so fourth
[Redman]
Man he must of bumped his motherfucking head or something
Yo
Yo M.C.'s out there, you betta stand clear
It's Funk Doc M.E.TH on da world
"The ?"
(feat. Redman)
[Redman]
Man he must of bumped his motherfucking head or something
Yo
Yo M.C.'s out there, you betta stand clear
It's
you molest your daughter
They say that's ten times worse than manslaughter
Man you ought of, be dead in a grave
But it wasn't my call, so instead
Getting rich from the dog food
Money getting it
Pouring liquor just to numb the feeling
From the bottom getting by
Things you gotta deal wit
Comes to steps
to me I'm permanent
Did it without any label. guess that I was deadset
Look at your career and all I ask is if it's dead yet
You know what it is, man
Freedom or jail, clips inserted
A baby's bein' born same time a man is murdered
The beginning and end, so far as rap goes
It's only natural, I
Player hatin' ass motherfuckers man fuck that
Man put that shit out man
You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no motherfuckin' weed in court
(Man fuck
the nigga they get
By the way, I'm in a six with your chick
45 on my hip, don't trip or hear this
I'm talking point-blank bitch
First you had it on your mind
I am redesigning the mind of the masses
That fear a black man
With tattoos and bandanas
But when a white man
Wear tattoos and bandanas
And joins
I don't touch dog hoes, dog hoes got fleas
I'm from wear they rock ski masks
And nobody rides skis
Every time I spit a verse my city like preach
man Bun B, what?
It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin'
The things you
a dirty overcoat
At the foot of the pillar of the road
Propped inside was an old man
Whom time could not erode
The night was snapped by sirens
Those
hot
Mixing grams in my man's pot
If I get the chance then I'm going for the head shot
And these dead stocks same way that got yo man's dropped
I ain't
talking
They wanna see me to my grave
I must be a fucking dead man walking
This empty house must be haunted
'Cause I don't see a soul but I can hear them
not a game
Bitch, your whole family dead, damn man, it's a shame
Ben, do you wanna get Ceianna
No
Talking about my dead dog i'll hit your toe
These
No one to call damn phone
Might as well have a dead phone
Watch these hoes dog
You might be gettin led on
You know that cash rules
Don't spend it on no
every day
I was taught every dog got his day
When them bullets go to spark
And the dog gotta lay
Better hope to God he don't jump with the K
Mr deLeon by
there man (That's that rich kid)
That's Rich Kid, what's up dog (What up P man, ya know)
What's happenin' (What's up, pass the dank man let cha' boy hit
on the run through the Everglades
Running like the dog through the Everglades
Where a man can hide and never be found
And never have fear of the baying
jet pack
Keep talking shit he a dead man
I’m a dog and my bitch can’t accept it
She gimmie top like I’m smoking on headband
I beat the block with my bro
Nigga, you pussy, you scared
I can hear your heartbeat
Why the fuck would you come around here?
I can hear your heartbeat
Yeah, you know a dog
Nigga, you pussy, you scared
I can hear your heartbeat
Why the fuck would you come around here?
I can hear your heartbeat
Yeah, you know a dog
Here we go again
[DMX]
Yeah, yo Kiss
[Jada]
What up dog?
[DMX]
These niggas running around here like they controlling this shit
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