Brotha Lynch Hung - Deadman Walkin Lyrics
Thus the nigga in that casket hotboxinHow many mutha*****ers wanna empty out they glocks in meThe gangbangers most wantedThe first nigga caught me in my sideAnd my set didnt rideSo Im locc to the muther*****ing brain50 pounds of dank in my casketIm bout to take my last spliftBefore I make that move to insaneRecords of a criminal for baby killin nothin40 ounces wit my gameThem niggas that kill they momma for some fameFor the ripgut trigga to hit what mutha*****ers in my aim;Even my momma tried to take me out the gameBy heating up some brandy and taking it to the dome because I came;With the siccness and its just the dank that I smokeMaking me load that millimeter putting deuce up in your throat;Murder she wrote, in the book, as a gang related homicideReality check nigga for the fact she giving it upIts suicide for the do or the dieTrue or the die each timeOne after each as I creep through the streetsWith a 9 millimeter up under my seatI pack heat, deep cuz a nigga like me cant be played cheap;Blink, before Im leaving this niggas guts up in the street;Peep, ever since nigga deep I gotta carry me somethingCuz everywhere I go niggas 12 gauge pumpingI want them to know when my 44 bustIm taking this niggas brain hookin him upAnd murderin niggas upThen I give it up, then Im in the cut5 triple 0 double o mosburg pumpPoint it at your grillReady to bust for the fact some call me stillThe hardest nigga in that casket hotboxingSo who those mutha*****ers that wanna empty out they glocks in me;Think 24 times fool fo you come wit yo punk 9sCuz nigga you nigga me, my oozie say its dinnertimeThat ripgut cannibal mind for the shit that make them violent crimes;Thats atheist so feel the signA deadman walkin
