Deadman Walkin Lyrics
Thus the nigga in that casket hotboxinHow many muthafuckers wanna empty out they glocks in meThe gangbangers most wantedThe first nigga caught me in my sideAnd my set didn't rideSo I'm locc to the mutherfucking brain50 pounds of dank in my casketI'm bout to take my last spliftBefore I make that move to insaneRecords of a criminal for baby killin nothin40 ounces wit my gameThem niggas that kill they momma for some fameFor the ripgut trigga to hit what muthafuckers in my aim;Even my momma tried to take me out the gameBy heating up some Brandy and taking it to the dome because I came;With the siccness and it's just the dank that I smokeMaking me load that millimeter putting deuce up in your throat;Murder she wrote, in the book, as a gang related homicideReality check nigga for the fact she giving it upIt's suicide for the do or the dieTrue or the die each timeOne after each as I creep through the streets With a 9 millimeter up under my seatI 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 somethingCuz everywhere I go niggas 12 gauge pumpingI wan't them to know when my 44 bustI'm taking this niggas brain hookin him upAnd murderin niggas upThen I give it up, then I'm in the cut5 triple 0 double o Mosburg pumpPoint it at your grill Ready to bust for the fact some call me stillThe hardest nigga in that casket hotboxingSo who those muthafuckers that wanna empty out they glocks in me;Think 24 times fool fo you come wit yo punk 9'sCuz nigga you nigga me, my oozie say its dinnertimeThat ripgut cannibal mind for the shit that make them violent crimes;That's atheist so feel the signA deadman walkin
Brotha Lynch Hung Deadman Walkin
