restricted us - dead men don't talk lyrics
talk to me sideways and i’ll empty out the f+cking mag
this b+tch thinks he’s the sh+t he’ll end up in a bodybag
you don’t want no f+cking smoke
run your mouth i hope you choke
fist to your face let your ego disintegrate
running your mouth will leave you lying in the streets
fake f+cking punk, such a punchable face
pick your t++th up off of the pavement
packs on top of packs, breath in the smoke of all my enemies
f+ck boy talking tough we pop the trunk on his whole family
test me and my crew we play no games we bust your f+cking lip
reputations ruined in the moment that you f+cked with me
talk to me sideways and ill empty out the f+cking mag
this b+tch thinks he’s the sh+t he’ll wind up in a bodybag
you don’t want no f+cking smoke
run your mouth i hope you choke
blood spilt on the pavement while your homies run the other way
truth is y’all ain’t with that sh+t, this ain’t the game you wanna play
shut the f+ck up walk away, there’s nothing left for you to say
“eat sh+t, die b+tch”, time for you to f+cking pay
bounty on your f+cking head
crawl back into your hole, you f+cking snake
eat a f+cking brick you p+ssy
dead men don’t talk
stay in the f+cking dirt
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