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funkmaster flex big kap - dead man walking lyrics

[intro]
you think philly cats wont snap on your mothaf-ckin -ss
huh, you think we wont pull these hammers out and do what we do, n-gg-
we live this, n-gg-. we don’t just talk it, we live it
m-th-f-cka take it to the streets, that’s all i can say
take it to the m-th-f-ckin streets, give me more n-gg-

[chorus x2]
you a deadman walkin
have you like, “d-mn, why am i in this coffin?”
n-gg-, i live the life that you talkin
i hold the heat, shoot a m-th-f-ckin target
you better duck b-tch

[spade]
he the dead man, he the f-cked talkin in fed land
he want me murdered, so sh-t when i heard it
i thoguth the n-gg- ahd life sentences concurrent
man, i cant speak ’till i see this n-gg- buried
same n-gg- pointed out my man to the jury
oh, him ha, oh he be workin in the gym ha
but you know its spade that guns that make him slim, ha
and a type ??? that’ll make a mn-gg- sin, ha
d.a. reduced his -ss to 5 to 10, ha
he tellin, on how he was a three time felon
but, nah, me not worry give him 2 to his melon
he’s a deadman walkin, deadman talkin
deadman eatin, deadman sleepin
go for his tool he’s a deadman reachin
open up his mouth he be a deadman speakin
??? duck taped in the red van leakin
and sh-t, when i see him, it ain’t no rap
don’t have nothin on your hip, if it ain’t no gat
i’ll put that thing to the beak, on his baseball cap
throw the m-ffler on the front so there ain’t no clap

[chorus x2]
you a deadman walkin
have you like, “d-mn, why am i in this coffin?”
n-gg-, i live the life that you talkin
i hold the heat, shoot a m-th-f-ckin target
you better duck b-tch

[beanie sigel]
i stay strapped, i keep a half a hundred to cap
i put your stomach in your lap
you don’t want none of the mack
the gun’ll come out if i think your runnin your mouth
i f-ck around and have fifity n-gg-s run in your house
plus i keep an escape route to avoid the state troop
talkin to the ??? 4 in your grapefruit
catch me population, god i’ll erase you
you’se a b-tch n-gg-, p.c. is where they take you
you think that clique tight, somebody bluffin
9 guns in a shootout, but 8 bustin
let me find a female dog in my clique
i’ma grab the revolver in give you all 6
the same n-gg-s that you thought would never snitch
is f-ckin your b-tch, got the keys to your wip
stay in your crib, eatin all your sh-t
probably owe you sh-t, watch who you rollin with

[chorus x2]
you a deadman walkin
have you like, “d-mn, why am i in this coffin?”
n-gg-, i live the life that you talkin
i hold the heat, shoot a m-th-f-ckin target
you better duck b-tch

[dutch]
????, playa the pimp
you can tella gangsta when he walk he limp
and everytime he talk he talk real quick
get caught by the cops, don’t know sh-t
even if its him, don’t know sh-t
he’s the type of dude you just don’t f-ck with
talk real breezy, impress your luck with
and if you wanna know who he is, he dutch, b-tch
his watch is his power, chain is his strength
money getting low, police watchin my strips
helicopters, binoculars watchin my bricks
getting in my grime, changin my flip
i’m too young to be stressed
daughter need pampers, daddy need rest
baby moms drippin cars non-rest
you thin its suicide, walkin without a vest
you a deadman, n-gg-

[chorus x2]
you a deadman walkin
have you like, “d-mn, why am i in this coffin?”
n-gg-, i live the life that you talkin
i hold the heat, shoot a m-th-f-ckin target
you better duck b-tch

[outro]
deadman walkin [repeated seversl times w/ change of voice]

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