Big Scoob, Krizz Kaliko - Dead-A-Man lyrics

But, I should have been dead!

I'm a beast from the streets
I'm sweaty and breathing hard
I'm peeping in through the
Window, he's slipping, puffing cigars
Sipping on some brandy
It's dandy just for a moment
He flaunted now I want it
I plotted and got up on it
Breathing like a demon
Proceeding to start my evening
I'm thinking 'bout my heathens, I'm feeding
So I ain't leaving destruction as a bust in!
Yelling loud and cussing!
Looking like the devil gripping metal
I ain't bluffing!
Take me to the money, just like I told ya
Playing with me only gon' make
Me cock an explosion
Soldier, told you first time that
You met a nigga play the game fair or regret
You ever met me nigga!

On a mission out hunting
I'm vicious and look suspicious
Best believe me when I tell you "I will!"
Let me do it, I can do
It, been through it but nigga, really?!
I should have been dead!

Moving slow, sitting low
We've been hunting all night
On a mission with precision
'bout to take this nigga's life
Only bright nigga played me for
A large sum of cash hope it's worth it
When this choppa get to sing it to his ass!
Whistling bullets singing past
Cutting holes through his ass
I forget a lot shit
But I remember all my math
Let it pass, been a year now
I bet he think I'm soft
He was playing checkers
It was chess that I was tought
I'm strategic so believe it
Every nigga that has wronged me
Either finished breathing or one
Evening he won't be!
I wished that it is was different
I didn't have to kill for bread
But this the life I chose
When he shows this nigga's dead

On a mission out hunting
I'm vicious and look suspicious
Best believe me when I tell you "I will!"
Let me do it, I can do
It, been through it but nigga, really?!
I should have been dead!

God's karma man, these niggas let me have it
I was slipping
I was going off the liquor, hella rowdy
I was tripping
Chasing pussy like a rookie and I
Know I'm out of bounds
Papered-up and flamed-up
Nigga showing I'm a hound
All I heard was spittin rounds
From the chop I know the sound
Heard the zing and saw the blades
Trying to lay me down
Took for cover, so I struggle
Trying to keep from passing out
Doing a hundred up the block, I'm in and out
I'm blacking out
Called the homies: "send the missles
Just in case I didn't make it"
Want revenge and I can taste it! I
Was praying that I made it
I didn't ask for forgiveness
I still had to handle business
So as God is my witness
I can't tell you why I'm living

On a mission out hunting
I'm vicious and look suspicious
Best believe me when I tell you "I will!"
Let me do it, I can do
It, been through it but nigga, really?!
I should have been dead!