Текст песни Dead Men Can't Rap - Lil' 1/2 Dead
It's
half
dead
so
an
nigga
got
see
death
twice
Realize
that
this
good
ain't
nothing
nice
The
price
you
pay
today
might
be
your
last
Because
on
this
Eastside
niggas
move
fast
I
spend
to
many
years
on
the
street
surveying
Struggle
and
striving
on
the
Sunday
ground
conniving
I
got
broads
that
can
bust
a
brake
With
half
dead
spank
that
ass
with
this
game
You
can
say
that
I'm
a
dead
man
walking
because
I'm
stalking
Half
of
my
body
is
in
the
coffin
I'm
serving
thirty-thirty
years
to
life
I
hope
my
might
when
I
rolled
mother
fuckers
like
dice
The
gin
and
juice
gets
me
loose
I'm
fly
like
Spruce
Bluce
Every
now
and
then
I
have
to
drink
an
duce,
duce
To
maintain
my
composure,
light
up
the
dojora
Mack
and
kick
back
will
I
peel
some
caps
The
moon
and
sky,
the
concrete
and
dirt
Work
is
pretend
and
body's
begin
to
jerk
He's
looking
like
he's
frozen
He's
body
decomposing,
but
that's
the
life
he's
chosen
Who
the
hell
say
dead
man
can't
man
rap
(Who,
What)
I
rosed
to
through
the
spot
At
night
I
got
this
AK
47,
black
folks
thinking
heaven
(Damn)
I
much
love
depressed
death,
I
step,
but
one
time
ride
around
vest
Know
check
it,
they
won't
to
cuff
me
trying
to
scuff
me
up
I'm
like
Rocky
they
can't
stop
me
Because
it
feels
like
October
30th
Halloween
eve,
niggas
get
relieved
Start
doing
dirt
and
putting
much
work
and
really
gives
an
mad
fuck
about
Getting
hurt
So
run
up
in
my
face,
if
you
dare,
I
got
my
gun
in
the
air
and
I
don't
care
I
put
you
flat
on
your
back,
your
face
would
crack
With
an
nine
millimeter
go
smack
and
yea
now
how
really
like
that
And
who
the
hell
say
dead
man
can't
rap
The
moon
and
sky,
the
concrete
and
dirt
Work
is
pretend
and
body's
begin
to
jerk
He's
looking
like
he's
frozen
He's
body
decomposing,
but
that's
the
life
he's
chosen
As
I
return
from
the
graveyard
I'm
bruised,
battled
and
scared
But
hard
times
giving
props
to
hip
hop
Another
psycho
dedicating
g
funk
era,
Pause
and
terror
Grab
your
seats
as
I
pre-pare
the
execution
my
solution
to
older
men
Praised
the
duty
to
stay
in
mind
that
I'm
in
as
I
been
The
corner
sipping
juice
and
gin
Roll
down
the
windows
let
the
indo
smoke
blow
in
the
wind
It's
me
the
H.E.L.D.A.N
to
the
d
I'm
straight
coming
from
the
LBC
I
pocket
all
my
dough
in
94'and
all
yall
buster
ass
niggas
can't
hear
me
Though
I
gots
to
make
a
grip
and
have
an
extra
clip
So
every
time
me
and
homies
rolling
to
dip
We
can
get
an
nigga
flat
on
his
back
Now
who
the
hell
say
dead
man
can't
rap
The
moon
and
sky,
the
concrete
and
dirt
Work
is
pretend
and
body's
begin
to
jerk
He's
looking
like
he's
frozen
He's
body
decomposing,
but
that's
the
life
he's
chosen
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