Twista - D.O.A. lyrics

[Verse 1] Dead on arrival, swear to God I'mma k** 'em As if I done put my hands on the Bible Get 'em cause I'm liable to rock a motherf**er off Especially if I get my hands on a rifle Do the damn thang, not that they can stop a n***a Pop a n***a off as if you were champagne Put 'em in the ambulance but ain't no resuscitation Cause he done got knocked off, point-blank range It's a crisis the way n***as will pull up and shoot Last week, the streets just put him in a coupe This week, the streets just put him in a suit Six feet under with dirt on top of the roof Put 'em in a grave, people standin' over your body And they wonderin' if your soul'll be saved Or if it has risen or if it will be forbidden, by the way You was doin' sh**, they could've put you in prison Now you ain't with the livin' Cause you weren't a shooter or didn't know how to shoot Either way feel inferior, I make the block cripple Comin' like a moshpit'll be the n***a knowin' if we Bustin' Glocks, it'll put you up in a hospital And when you on the way And they get a look at the way that the bullets spray Everybody about to know, that we don't play Makin' sure that your body arrive D.O.A Or dead on arrival... [Verse 2] Dead on arrival, soul all up on the block I put some shots up in the head of a rival Gun up on the pa**enger side of the vehicle, he hit you With the artillery simply cause he didn't like you Should've knew not to piss him off Catch a disease of a gun cause it'll cough Better watch your mouth if you see some grown folks About higher pedigree, especially if it be a boss These lil' n***as ain't playin' Soon as you come up and start talkin' sh**, then they sprayin' [?Want you to ride in the whip, then they stand?] Soon as they see the n***a hit, then they ran Straight got ghost, they don't wanna [?] a n***a That comin' at 'em ambitiously with the toast Point-blank range if you let 'em too close Scene of a homicide, body was lookin' gross Prob'ly off with your head, if him in the scene Was comin' to the war cryin' soft like [?] And this ain't no Walking Dead, they get rid of you If they dumped a body and a white chump might talk No talkin' to the Feds, they hit 'em fast Try to retaliate, but they gon' get his a** And they ain't gon' be able to revive him in the ambulance They just gon' pick him up and zip him in a bag Dead on arrival