Dead Motherf*ckas lyrics

by

J.R. Writer


[Indistict female singing sample in background]

[Cam'Ron]
Killa!
Jones
We told n*ggas about eight years ago
We had this sh*t in the smash right (Aight)
This sh*t too light man
(In the building)
I got us, Dipset
Lets go
Freekey
(I'm sorry I'm late, lets get it rockin')

[Verse 1]
Everybody out at the Rock the Mic tour
I'm back in the kitchen, rocking the white raw
You copping your pipe for, locking your nice doors
I pop up in like 4 with chickens that like raw
They clickin', they like raw! They fixin' to fight for
Me: look at my ice, for sure, your sight's sore
We all wearing links as I prepare a drink
Glare and think how I got the whole New York wearing pink
Girls, they stare and wink, how I flare the mink
Drop the top, pop the throttle, c*ck a Glock, pop a bottle
See "Paid in Full", now I'm up in Blockbuster
And I'm paid in full: still on the block, buster
Not for rock, rucker. '01 ride-wrecker
Shogun, show guns, blow one, you not Gutter!
Little inside joke for you c*cksuckers
My block, sucker? Popcorn and hot butter
Like it's the movie theater, but its the Uzi area
Hootie-hoo for hootie-hoo, produce hysteria
And me, I ain't no coattail b*tch
I did the Motel 6 with the wholesale bricks

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