Dead Man lyrics

by

Brotha Lynch Hung


[Lynch]
What up?

[Mr. Doctor]
Aye, n*gga. Aye, n*gga. Peep game, n*gga
I got me this lil' old tricc from the other side, you know what I'm sayin'?
b*tch be runnin' her mouth, n*gga... Fools out to get your ass, n*gga, that's real
It's on the blocc, n*gga
So wasup, n*gga? What you wanna do, n*gga?
Step on them fools, n*gga?
Can we dump, n*gga? Wasup?

[Lynch]
Listen, n*gga. Listen, listen
We just gon' chill at the crib
We just gon' strap up and wait, n*gga. Don't even trip
I got me a 9mm, .44, AR15, 30ought six with a scope, n*gga
A Itchica 37, 12 gague sawed-off shotgun with a 5 pound slide, n*gga
We all the way nice, n*gga
Streetsweeper and sh*t, pistol grip, you know
We finna handle this, n*gga
Low-key gave me the whole hook-up, n*gga
Let's do this
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