Dead Man Walking (feat. Beanie Sigel & Dutch & Spade)

You think Philly cats won't snap on your mothafuckin ass Huh, you think we won't pull these hammers out and do what we do, nigga We live this, nigga. We don't just talk it, we live it Muthafucka take it to the streets, that's all I can say Take it to the muthafuckin streets, give me more nigga Have you like, "Damn, why am I in this coffin?" Nigga, I live the life that you talkin I hold the heat, shoot a muthafuckin target You better duck bitch He the dead man, he the fucked talkin in Fed land He want me murdered, so shit when I heard it I thoguth the nigga ahd life sentences concurrent Sleep 'Till I see this nigga buried Same nigga pointed out my man to the jury Oh, him ha, oh he be workin in the gym ha But you know its Spade that guns that make him slim, ha And a type? that'll make a mnigga sin, ha D.A. reduced his ass to 5 to 10, ha He tellin, on how he was a three time felon But, nah, me not worry give him 2 to his melon He's a deadman walkin, deadman talkin Deadman eatin, deadman sleepin Go for his tool he's a deadman reachin Open up his mouth he be a deadman speakin Find em Duck taped in the red van leakin And shit, when I see him, it ain't no rap Don't have nothin on your hip, if it ain't no gat I'll put that thing to the beak, on his baseball cap Throw the muffler on the front so there ain't no clap Have you like, "Damn, why am I in this coffin?" Nigga, I live the life that you talkin I hold the heat, shoot a muthafuckin target You better duck bitch I stay strapped, I keep a half a hundred to cap I put your stomach in your lap You don't want none of the Mack The gun'll come out if I think your runnin your mouth I fuck around and have fifity niggas run in your house Plus I keep an escape route to avoid the State Troop Jakes goose? 4 in your grapefruit Catch me population, yard out, gray suit You'se a bitch nigga, P.C. is where they take you You think that clique tight, somebody bluffin 9 guns in a shootout, but 8 bustin Let me find a female dog in my clique I'mma grab the revolver in give Em off 6 The same niggas that you thought would never snitch Is fuckin your bitch, got the keys to your wip Stay in your crib, eatin all your shit Probably owe you shit, watch who you rollin with Have you like, "Damn, why am I in this coffin?" Nigga, I live the life that you talkin I hold the heat, shoot a muthafuckin target You better duck bitch It take a baller ta ball To You can tella gangsta when he walk he limp And everytime he talk he talk real quick Get caught by the cops, don't know shit Even if its him, don't know shit He's the type of dude you just don't fuck with Or press And if you wanna know who he is, he Dutch, bitch His watch is his power, chain is his strength Money getting low, police watchin my strips Helicopters, binoculars watchin my bricks Getting in my grime, changin my flip I'm too young to be stressed Daughter need pampers, daddy need rest Trippn, tryn cause my arrest Think Its suicide, walkin without a vest Have you like, "Damn, why am I in this coffin?" Nigga, I live the life that you talkin I hold the heat, shoot a muthafuckin target You better duck bitch Deadman walkin (repeated seversl times w/ change of voice)