The Unknown DJ - Dead Men Tell No Lies lyrics

I been quiet for too f**ing long so now its time to break the silence I start with the k**ing so f** stopping the violence I got something for your monkey a**. So peep Better yet like a stray dog I put your a** to sleep No more faking and taking my snaps Sorry fool, Eiht goin' step 'n get the straps Geah, I puts my work in and f** up your sh** Now you gotta bow down and s** a fat dick Mmm. I guess thats what you get when you try to play Try to come up with that mutherf**ing he say Or she say, or what the f** did that fool say? Punk b**h, I'll mop that a** up anyway Dont misbehave, cause you'll be a slave Another fronting mutherf**er in a early grave Geah, you got over fool because your a** was sly But a dead n***a tell no lies [k**ed off the s**er right there he didn't stop... X2] Another fool on my sh** list And now the punk b**h wanna play games No competition so I'll mention no f**ing names Just like a rat, she likes to squeel But you squeeled on the E, so whats the deal? Geah, you spread rumours for humour G But the sh** ain't funny, so humour me And um, ain't no more of your bullsh** I'm having Geah, Tired of the f**ing back stabbing Soul in the bozac, as I stack To your jaw I start to mack. Like a fool don't clap And um, it ain't over till the fat b**h spit Well the fat b**h is about to spit sh** To save your sorry a** from the mash So who really gives a f** if I tap that but So um, when your a** is gone, they'll wonder why But a dead n***a tell no lies [k**ed off the s**er right there he didn't stop... X4] [Ran through the rooms and went pop, pop, pop.] Get ready for the last mutherf**ing trip As I pop in another mutherf**ing clip Geah, one more busta, another mark Fool your kinda fake, talking about you f**ed the Eiht Damn, another sorry b**h with some street slang Peel his cap cause we ain't from the same gang Talking about you'll shoot the Eiht from the top of the tree n***a please, I might drop you to your f**ing knees Try to lay low, but you know you can't escape Why'd you have to diss me on your underground tape Now you hang your sh** up on a shelf Didn't you know, you'd be f**ing your own self Quick draw McGraw, on the f**ing draw As you scheme on my team I take 2 to your jaw Geah, you got over fool, but you know why Cause a dead n***a tell no lies [k**ed off the s**er right there he didn't stop... X2] [Ran through the rooms and went pop, pop, pop.] Geah, Eihthype in a mutherf**ing effect For the nine deuce to get loose My n***a Mike T is in the house. Dj Slips in the mutherf**ing house My n***a 'Times in the house, Rick's in the house My n***a Chill's in the house, Boom Bams in the house And we outta here....