Dead Men Tell No Lies Lyrics

I been quiet for too f**king long so now its time to break the silence
I start with the killing so f**k stopping the violence
I got something for your monkey a*s. So peep
Better yet like a stray dog I put your a*s 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**k up your shit
Now you gotta bow down and s*ck a fat d**k
Mmm. I guess thats what you get when you try to play
Try to come up with that mutherf**king he say
Or she say, or what the f**k did that fool say?
Punk bitch, I'll mop that a*s up anyway
Dont misbehave, cause you'll be a slave
Another fronting mutherf**ker in a early grave
Geah, you got over fool because your a*s was sly
But a dead nigga tell no lies

Killed off the s*cker right there he didn't stop
Killed off the s*cker right there he didn't stop

Another fool on my shit list
And now the punk bitch wanna play games
No competition so I'll mention no f**king 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 shit aint funny, so humour me
And um, aint no more of your bullshit I'm having
Geah, Tired of the f**king 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 aint over till the fat bitch spit
Well the fat bitch is about to spit shit
To save your sorry a*s from the mash
So who really gives a f**k if I tap that but
So um, when your a*s is gone, they'll wonder why
But a dead nigga tell no lies

Killed off the s*cker right there he didn't stop
Killed off the s*cker right there he didn't stop
Killed off the s*cker right there he didn't stop
Killed off the s*cker right there he didn't stop
Ran through the rooms and went pop, pop, pop

Get ready for the last mutherf**king trip
As I pop in another mutherf**king clip
Geah, one more busta, another mark
Fool your kinda fake, talking about you f**ked the Eiht
Damn, another sorry bitch with some street slang
Peel his cap cause we aint from the same gang
Talking about you'll shoot the Eiht from the top of the tree
Nigga please, I might drop you to your f**king 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 shit up on a shelf
Didn't you know, you'd be f**king your own self
Quick draw McGraw, on the f**king draw
As you scheme on my team I take two to your jaw
Geah, you got over fool, but you know why
Cause a dead nigga tell no lies

Killed off the s*cker right there he didn't stop
Killed off the s*cker right there he didn't stop
Ran through the rooms and went pop, pop, pop

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

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