Dead Man Can't Rap

[Lil' 1/2 Dead] It's half dead so an nigga got see death twice Realize that this good ain't nothing nice The price you pay today might be your last Because on this Eastside niggas move fast I spend to many years on the street surveying Struggle and striving on the Sunday ground conniving I got broads that can bust a brake With half dead spank that ass with this game You can say that I'm a dead man walking because I'm stalking Half of my body is in the coffin I'm serving thirty-thirty years to life I hope my might when I rolled mother fuckers like dice The gin and juice gets me loose I'm fly like Spruce Bluce Every now and then I have to drink an duce, duce To maintain my composure, light up the dojora Mack and kick back will I peel some caps [Lil' 1/2 Dead Hook] The moon and sky, the concrete and dirt Work is pretend and body's begin to jerk He's looking like he's frozen He's body decomposing, but that's the life he's chosen [Lil' 1/2 Dead Hook 4x] Who the hell say dead man can't man rap (Who, What) [Lil' 1/2 Dead] I rosed to through the spot At night I got this AK 47, black folks thinking heaven (Damn) I much love depressed death, I step, but one time ride around vest Know check it, they won't to cuff me trying to scuff me up I'm like Rocky they can't stop me Because it feels like October 30th Halloween eve, niggas get relieved Start doing dirt and putting much work and really gives an mad fuck about Getting hurt So run up in my face, if you dare, I got my gun in the air and I don't care I put you flat on your back, your face would crack With an nine millimeter go smack and yea now how really like that And who the hell say dead man can't rap [Lil' 1/2 Dead Hook] The moon and sky, the concrete and dirt Work is pretend and body's begin to jerk He's looking like he's frozen He's body decomposing, but that's the life he's chosen [Lil' 1/2 Dead Hook 4x] [Lil' 1/2 Dead] As I return from the graveyard I'm bruised, battled and scared But hard times giving props to hip hop Another psycho dedicating g funk era, Pause and terror Grab your seats as I pre-pare the execution my solution to older men Praised the duty to stay in mind that I'm in as I been The corner sipping juice and gin Roll down the windows let the indo smoke blow in the wind It's me the H.E.L.D.A.N to the d I'm straight coming from the LBC I pocket all my dough in 94'and all yall buster ass niggas can't hear me Though I gots to make a grip and have an extra clip So every time me and homies rolling to dip We can get an nigga flat on his back Now who the hell say dead man can't rap [Lil' 1/2 Dead Hook 2x] The moon and sky, the concrete and dirt Work is pretend and body's begin to jerk He's looking like he's frozen He's body decomposing, but that's the life he's chosen [Lil' 1/2 Dead Hook 8x]