Dead Men Tell No Lies

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