Lyrics Dead Man - Gucci Mane , Young Scooter , Trae tha Truth
Call
me
Gucci
Mane
when
I'm
on
the
stage
with
you
But
call
me
Jesse
James
when
I
hold
this
damn
pistol
You
can
call
me
Gucci
Guwop
when
I
do
a
song
with
you
But
don't
walk
up
on
me
holmes,
I
ain't
finna
blow
no
strong
with
you
Got
them
young
shooters
with
me
they
don't
get
along
with
you
If
you
ain't
get
no
money
nigga
what
is
wrong
with
you
And
I
can't
turn
you
on,
you
must
have
the
wrong
picture
I'm
in
the
VIP
sippin'
lean
with
this
very
long
Swisher
I'm
drinkin'
promethazine
and
codeine
in
this
apple
juice
mixture
If
you
knew
that
you
wouldn't
do
that
I
swear
you
would
not
kiss
her
Yous
a
Nicky
Barnes
ass
nigga
tryin
to
tell
on
Guy
Fisher
If
a
snitch
was
to
die
today
I
bet
his
hood
would
not
miss
him
Yous
a
dead
man,
playing
games
with
the
bread
Yous
a
dead
man,
I
put
that
pistol
to
your
head
man
Dead
man
you're
playing
games
with
my
bread
You
in
the
red
man,
fuck
around
and
be
a
dead
man
Dead
man,
dead
man,
yous
a
dead
man
Dead
man,
dead
man,
yous
a
dead
man
Dead
man,
I
put
that
pistol
to
your
head
man
Dead
man,
I
put
that
pistol
to
your
head
man,
dead
man
Five
deuce,
four-tray,
six
eight
Eight
watches,
four
chains
six
rings
Pots,
forks:
dope
at
a
high
cost
From
coast
to
coast,
I
set
numbers
on
the
dope
Remix
to
you,
you
know
I
can
sell
you
both
16-5
Prices
lower
then
Shawty
Lo,
when
I
drive
Got
my
seat
leanin
low
bricks
inside
Gott'em
stash
in
the
door
always
road
running
Me
and
Gucci
getting
money
bands
yeah
keep
comin'
Tractor
trailer
in
the
morning
won't
stop
jugging
Every
month
I
make
4 hundred,
I'm
a
street
nigga
I
got
rich
off
of
junkies
(Hook)
What
the
fuck
was
you
thinking
the
bitch
you
must
have
been
drinking
This
chopper
had
got
me
feeling
like
harley
If
I
let
it
ride
you're
bound
to
be
stinkin
I'm
an
asshole
I
do
what
I'd
like
too
On
shit
thats
made
for
you
to
fight
to
I
don't
give
a
fuck
bitch
I
don't
like
you
Got
that
fire
bitch
I
might
light
you
Bitch
I
am
the
streets
you
just
look
tough
Call
the
bricks
snow
like
I
was
on
bluff
Call
me
the
master
like
Sho'Nuff
Bad
boy
forreal
no
puff
If
a
nigga
pussy
I
don't
pimp
mine
I
just
keep
the
distance
don't
play
with
mine
Stay
in
your
place
fall
out
the
line
Had
the
young
niggas
over
here
to
pay
a
fine
You
can
find
me
in
the
hood
what
a
hood
don't
go
Heard
that
somebody
the
hood
don't
know
If
a
nigga
turn
up
tellem
watch
this
show
Money
never
sit
still
so
my
net
don't
blow
King
of
the
streets
just
call
me
sire
All
my
throne
they
no
one
higher
T-R-U-T-H
no
liar
Real
street
nigga
I
won't
retire
(Hook)
1 Fuck the World
2 Like I Used 2
3 Rolly Up (Feat. Young Scooter & Waka Flocka Flame)
4 Rolly Up
5 Hood Bitches
6 Get Money Ni**A
7 Crush
8 Thirsty
9 Playin with the Money
10 Family Tree
11 Head Shots
12 Dont Deserve It
13 Act Up (feat. T-Pain)
14 Cant Walk
15 Dumb Fine
16 Truth
17 Get Lost
18 I Fuck with That
19 Fuck Something
20 White Man
21 Gas & Mud
22 Gas and Mud
23 James Worthy
24 Suckaz
25 Picture That
26 Full of It
27 Dead Man
28 Shooter
29 Shooter
30 Iron On Me
31 Servin
32 Crazy Things
33 That Pack
34 Crazy (feat. Waka Flocka)
35 Baby Wipes
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