Cory McKay - Dead Man Walking lyrics

[Produced by DJ Hot Day and Jae Supreme] (He got the slip on you) This how it went down... I had to undergo therapy, not surgery The n***a wetted me but, he didn't murder me Dun, I survived He thought that I died Now it's time to throw the nine clip in, mission revenge Once was friends, now that sh**'s dead That stupid muthaf**a shoulda shot me in the head So I went to Brooklyn and met with Dread And told Dread, I want the p**y clot shot dead That n***a started a war f**in with me yo Hit me with a four-four and jetted with a kilo He hit me in the chest Lucky I was wearing a vest, but the impact hurt my f**in flesh Right after he left, I noticed I was bleeding by my neck And I was type-scared to d**h Yo, I blacked out I woke up, my man had the mac out Said we gonna get the n***a back no doubt He told me to rest I seen my n***a standing at the door with a tec In case a muthaf**er flex I told him how the muthaf**in kid co-flipped And he said parlay son, payback's a b**h Yo, sh** is real, I feel better Word out on the street is that a four-four can't stop Mega The n***a musta heard I didn't die, son he hidin' I snatched up his man inside a van and started drivin' His man started dymin' Said the n***a drivin' in 735 and he knows where to find him Cool, tell my man to drop the kid off Soon as we hit the next darn block, blew his f**in wig off Now that's one down, one n***a to go Just drive slow so we dont have to worry 'bout five-o Now it's time to get even We in, five jeeps deep with the mad heat and steamin Oh sh**, I see him, he gettin out the seven My man started wetting at the n***a with a mac-11 I specialize in war Now it's time to blow him, I'mma show him how to use a f**in four-four I said "yo son, ya games over" I let off, and yo my sh** was spittin fire like a flamethrower He started wettin back I caught him in his f**in back When he flung, I think his lungs collapsed He just a dead man walking Ay yo, f** that sh**.... I'm through talking (gunshot)