Funkmaster Flex - Dead Man Walking lyrics

[Intro] You think Philly cats won't snap on your mothaf**in a** Huh, you think we won't pull these hammers out and do what we do, n***a We live this, n***a. We don't just talk it, we live it Muthaf**a take it to the streets, that's all I can say Take it to the muthaf**in streets, give me more n***a [Hook]x2 You a deadman walkin Have you like, "Damn, why am I in this coffin?" n***a, I live the life that you talkin I hold the heat, shoot a muthaf**in target You better duck b**h [Spade] He the dead man, he the f**ed talkin in Fed land He want me murdered, so sh** when I heard it I thoguth the n***a ahd life sentences concurrent Man, I can't sleep 'till I see this n***a buried Same n***a 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***a sin, ha D.A. reduced his a** 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 Find em duck taped in the red van leakin And sh**, 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 [Hook]x2 You a deadman walkin Have you like, "Damn, why am I in this coffin?" n***a, I live the life that you talkin I hold the heat, shoot a muthaf**in target You better duck b**h [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** around and have fifity n***as run in your house Plus I keep an escape route to avoid the State Troop Talkin to the jakes goose? 4 in your grapefruit Catch me population, yard out, gray suit You'se a b**h n***a, 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'mma grab the revolver in give em off 6 The same n***as that you thought would never snitch Is f**in your b**h, got the keys to your wip Stay in your crib, eatin all your sh** Probably owe you sh**, watch who you rollin with [Hook]x2 You a deadman walkin Have you like, "Damn, why am I in this coffin?" n***a, I live the life that you talkin I hold the heat, shoot a muthaf**in target You better duck b**h [Dutch] It take a baller ta ball Playa to 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** Even if its him, don't know sh** He's the type of dude you just don't f** with Talk real breezy, or press your luck with And if you wanna know who he is, he Dutch, b**h 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 trippn, tryn cause my arrest You think its suicide, walkin without a vest You a deadman, n***a [Hook]x2 You a deadman walkin Have you like, "Damn, why am I in this coffin?" n***a, I live the life that you talkin I hold the heat, shoot a muthaf**in target You better duck b**h [Outro] Deadman walkin (repeated seversl times w/ change of voice)