Brotha Lynch Hung - Dead Man Walking lyrics
[Brotha Lynch Hung - Dead Man Walking lyrics]
Thus the nigga in that casket hotboxin
How many muthafuckers wanna empty out
They glocks in me
The gangbangers most wanted
The first nigga caught me in my side
And my set didn't ride
So I'm locc to the mutherfucking brain
50 pounds of dank in my casket
I'm bout to take my last splift
Before I make that move to insane
Records of a criminal for baby killin nothin
40 ounces wit my game
Them niggas that kill they
Momma for some fame
For the ripgut trigga to hit
What muthafuckers in my aim
Even my momma tried to take me out the game
By heating up some Brandy and taking it
To the dome because I came
With the siccness and it's just
The dank that I smoke
Making me load that millimeter putting
Deuce up in your throat
Murder she wrote
In the book, as a gang related homicide
Reality check nigga for the fact
She giving it up
It's suicide for the do or the die
True or the die each time
One after each as I creep through the streets
With a 9 millimeter up under my seat
I pack heat
Deep cuz a nigga like me
Can't be played cheap
Blink, before I'm leaving this niggas
Guts up in the street
Peep, ever since nigga deep I
Gotta carry me something
Cuz everywhere I go niggas 12 gauge pumping
I wan't them to know when my 44 bust
I'm taking this niggas brain hookin him up
And murderin niggas up
Then I give it up, then I'm in the cut
5 triple 0 double o Mosburg pump
Point it at your grill
Ready to bust for the fact some call me still
The hardest nigga in that casket hotboxing
So who those muthafuckers that wanna empty
Out they glocks in me
Think 24 times fool fo you
Come wit yo punk 9's
Cuz nigga you nigga me
My oozie say its dinnertime
That ripgut cannibal mind for the shit
That make them violent crimes
That's atheist so feel the sign
A deadman walkin
How many muthafuckers wanna empty out
They glocks in me
The gangbangers most wanted
The first nigga caught me in my side
And my set didn't ride
So I'm locc to the mutherfucking brain
50 pounds of dank in my casket
I'm bout to take my last splift
Before I make that move to insane
Records of a criminal for baby killin nothin
40 ounces wit my game
Them niggas that kill they
Momma for some fame
For the ripgut trigga to hit
What muthafuckers in my aim
Even my momma tried to take me out the game
By heating up some Brandy and taking it
To the dome because I came
With the siccness and it's just
The dank that I smoke
Making me load that millimeter putting
Deuce up in your throat
Murder she wrote
In the book, as a gang related homicide
Reality check nigga for the fact
She giving it up
It's suicide for the do or the die
True or the die each time
One after each as I creep through the streets
With a 9 millimeter up under my seat
I pack heat
Deep cuz a nigga like me
Can't be played cheap
Blink, before I'm leaving this niggas
Guts up in the street
Peep, ever since nigga deep I
Gotta carry me something
Cuz everywhere I go niggas 12 gauge pumping
I wan't them to know when my 44 bust
I'm taking this niggas brain hookin him up
And murderin niggas up
Then I give it up, then I'm in the cut
5 triple 0 double o Mosburg pump
Point it at your grill
Ready to bust for the fact some call me still
The hardest nigga in that casket hotboxing
So who those muthafuckers that wanna empty
Out they glocks in me
Think 24 times fool fo you
Come wit yo punk 9's
Cuz nigga you nigga me
My oozie say its dinnertime
That ripgut cannibal mind for the shit
That make them violent crimes
That's atheist so feel the sign
A deadman walkin