Deadman Walking Lyrics

[Intro] You think Philly cats wont snap on your mothafuckin ass Huh, you think we wont pull these hammers out and do what we do, nigga We live this, nigga. We don't just talk it, we live it Muthafucka take it to the streets, that's all I can say Take it to the muthafuckin streets, give me more nigga [Chorus]x2 You a deadman walkin Have you like, "Damn, why am I in this coffin?" Nigga, I live the life that you talkin I hold the heat, shoot a muthafuckin target You better duck bitch [Spade] He the dead man, he the fucked talkin in Fed land He want me murdered, so shit when I heard it I thoguth the nigga ahd life sentences concurrent Man, I cant speak 'till I see this nigga buried Same nigga 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 mnigga sin, ha D.A. reduced his ass 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 shit, 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 muffler on the front so there ain't no clap [Chorus]x2 You a deadman walkin Have you like, "Damn, why am I in this coffin?" Nigga, I live the life that you talkin I hold the heat, shoot a muthafuckin target You better duck bitch [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 fuck around and have fifity niggas 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 bitch nigga, 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 niggas that you thought would never snitch Is fuckin your bitch, got the keys to your wip Stay in your crib, eatin all your shit Probably owe you shit, watch who you rollin with [Chorus]x2 You a deadman walkin Have you like, "Damn, why am I in this coffin?" Nigga, I live the life that you talkin I hold the heat, shoot a muthafuckin target You better duck bitch [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 shit Even if its him, don't know shit He's the type of dude you just don't fuck with Talk real breezy, impress your luck with And if you wanna know who he is, he Dutch, bitch 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, nigga [Chorus]x2 You a deadman walkin Have you like, "Damn, why am I in this coffin?" Nigga, I live the life that you talkin I hold the heat, shoot a muthafuckin target You better duck bitch [Outro] Deadman walkin (repeated seversl times w/ change of voice)