Dead Men Tell No Lies

I been quiet for too fucking long so now its time to break the silence I start with the killing so fuck stopping the violence I got something for your monkey ass. So peep Better yet like a stray dog I put your ass to sleep No more faking and taking my snaps Sorry fool, Eiht goin' step 'n get the straps Geah, I puts my work in and fuck up your shit Now you gotta bow down and suck a fat dick Mmm. I guess thats what you get when you try to play Try to come up with that mutherfucking he say Or she say, or what the fuck did that fool say? Punk bitch, I'll mop that ass up anyway Dont misbehave, cause you'll be a slave Another fronting mutherfucker in a early grave Geah, you got over fool because your ass was sly But a dead nigga tell no lies [killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop... X2] Another fool on my shit list And now the punk bitch wanna play games No competition so I'll mention no fucking names Just like a rat, she likes to squeel But you squeeled on the E, so whats the deal? Geah, you spread rumours for humour G But the shit ain't funny, so humour me And um, ain't no more of your bullshit I'm having Geah, Tired of the fucking back stabbing Soul in the bozac, as I stack To your jaw I start to mack. Like a fool don't clap And um, it ain't over till the fat bitch spit Well the fat bitch is about to spit shit To save your sorry ass from the mash So who really gives a fuck if I tap that but So um, when your ass is gone, they'll wonder why But a dead nigga tell no lies [killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop... X4] [Ran through the rooms and went pop, pop, pop.] Get ready for the last mutherfucking trip As I pop in another mutherfucking clip Geah, one more busta, another mark Fool your kinda fake, talking about you fucked the Eiht Damn, another sorry bitch with some street slang Peel his cap cause we ain't from the same gang Talking about you'll shoot the Eiht from the top of the tree Nigga please, I might drop you to your fucking knees Try to lay low, but you know you can't escape Why'd you have to diss me on your underground tape Now you hang your shit up on a shelf Didn't you know, you'd be fucking your own self Quick draw McGraw, on the fucking draw As you scheme on my team I take 2 to your jaw Geah, you got over fool, but you know why Cause a dead nigga tell no lies [killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop... X2] [Ran through the rooms and went pop, pop, pop.] Geah, Eihthype in a mutherfucking effect For the nine deuce to get loose My nigga Mike T is in the house. Dj Slips in the mutherfucking house My nigga 'Times in the house, Rick's in the house My nigga Chill's in the house, Boom Bams in the house And we outta here....