Dead Men Tell No Lies Lyrics

I been quiet for too fucking long so now its time to break the silence

I start with the killing so fuck 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 fuck up your shit

Now you gotta bow down and suck a fat dick

Mmm. I guess thats what you get when you try to play

Try to come up with that mutherfucking he say

Or she say, or what the fuck did that fool say?

Punk bitch, I'll mop that ass up anyway

Dont misbehave, cause you'll be a slave

Another fronting mutherfucker in a early grave

Geah, you got over fool because your ass was sly

But a dead nigga tell no lies

Killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop

Killed off the sucker 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 ass from the mash

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So um, when your ass is gone, they'll wonder why

But a dead nigga tell no lies

Killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop

Killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop

Killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop

Killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop

Ran through the rooms and went pop, pop, pop

Get ready for the last mutherfucking trip

As I pop in another mutherfucking clip

Geah, one more busta, another mark

Fool your kinda fake, talking about you fucked 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 fucking 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 fucking your own self

Quick draw McGraw, on the fucking 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 sucker right there he didn't stop

Killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop

Ran through the rooms and went pop, pop, pop

Geah, Eihthype in a mutherfucking effect

For the nine deuce to get loose

My nigga Mike T is in the house. Dj Slips in the mutherfucking 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