If Dead Men Could Talk

Hold up
Son them niggas know who hit that nigga son
(I know, I know) they - how the fuck, we
Gon' know who hit him
And they don't know who hit him?
The hood talkin man, e'rybody know'!
(I know, it's fucked up)

Now I lay thee down to sleep
Niggas try and lay me down wit heat
And if I should die though before I awake
I pray my Lord my soul to take

If dead men could talk in your sleep
Your homey told you who got him
Would you have the heart to shoot
The nigga that shot him? (Huh?)
Or would you start switchin up
You thinkin 'bout the penitentiary
And bitchin up?
What if he said money ain't everything
The hood raised us wrong
All jux'll get your money long
But look here I'm gone
Would that touch your heart? Have
You feelin funny inside?
Would that be enough to
Make your punk-ass ride?
What if he gave you a little
List of things to do?
Said he wouldn't have to die
He could live through you
Would you load the gats
And get ready ro ride
Or would you lock the door
At yo' crib and hide?
It's a cold world even when it's hot outside
Whether sunshine or rain, you still feel pain
Hit him cause he was your strength
Now you in a daze
Your homey turnin over in his
Grave cause you PUSSY!

"Y'all know who killed 'em
Filled up" - BIG repeat 3X
"Y'all know who killed 'em
Filled up with the lugers from
They Rugers or they Desert" (RIGHT'!)

Them boys smoked your homey
Ye ain't gon' do nuttin back?
Not even if he told you
You next to get clapped?
It don't take much for them shells
To make the best of you
Your peoples gon' probably cremate and
Burn the rest of you
You done did too much dirt to
Try and make it to heaven
Nigga is you down for this 1-8-7?
When you reach the pearly gates
How you gon' explain
You gon' try and tell God you've been framed?
Y'all did everything together
He was your dog
Now you Uptown coppin, and he in the morgue
Them niggas he gave packs to
They kept the cake
His sister and his baby momma talkin to Jake
(uh huh)
Niggas that rocked him, they came to the wake
But they ain't come inside
They sat out in the ride
At the funeral, homicide all in the business
Walkin 'round askin niggas to tell
'em who did it niggas is throwin blows now
You ready to rumble?
Thirsty niggas are animals
The hood is a jungle
Broke nigga'll body somethin over a bundle
Man a three-year-old kid in my hood
Know what a gun do

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