Dead Men Tell No Lies lyrics

by

Scarface


I been quiet for too f*cking long so now its time to break the silence
I start with the killing so f*ck stopping the violence
I got something for your monkey ass. So peep
Better yet like a stray dog I put your ass 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*ck up your sh*t
Now you gotta bow down and suck a fat di*k
Mmm. I guess thats what you get when you try to play
Try to come up with that mutherf*cking he say
Or she say, or what the f*ck did that fool say?
Punk b*tch, I'll mop that ass up anyway
Dont misbehave, cause you'll be a slave
Another fronting mutherf*cker in a early grave
Geah, you got over fool because your ass was sly
But a dead n*gga tell no lies

[killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop... X2]

Another fool on my sh*t list
And now the punk b*tch wanna play games
No competition so I'll mention no f*cking 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*t ain't funny, so humour me
And um, ain't no more of your bullsh*t I'm having
Geah, Tired of the f*cking 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*tch spit
Well the fat b*tch is about to spit sh*t
To save your sorry ass from the mash
So who really gives a f*ck if I tap that but
So um, when your ass is gone, they'll wonder why
But a dead n*gga tell no lies
[killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop... X4]
[Ran through the rooms and went pop, pop, pop.]

Get ready for the last mutherf*cking trip
As I pop in another mutherf*cking clip
Geah, one more busta, another mark
Fool your kinda fake, talking about you f*cked the Eiht
Damn, another sorry b*tch 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*gga please, I might drop you to your f*cking 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*t up on a shelf
Didn't you know, you'd be f*cking your own self
Quick draw McGraw, on the f*cking 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*gga tell no lies

[killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop... X2]
[Ran through the rooms and went pop, pop, pop.]

Geah, Eihthype in a mutherf*cking effect
For the nine deuce to get loose
My n*gga Mike T is in the house. Dj Slips in the mutherf*cking house
My n*gga 'Times in the house, Rick's in the house
My n*gga Chill's in the house, Boom Bams in the house
And we outta here....
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