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dead man - 38 spesh lyrics

[intro: 38 spesh, dj drama & ]
uh
public service announcement
uh, yeah
this real life documentary
uh
let me out this mothaf*cka
has been brought to you by 38 special
right
from behind bars
uh, tcf in the motherf*cka
basically, in custody
team invasion
luckily
nah’m sayin’?
he got us as accomplices on the outside
38 special, n*gga
let’s go
dj drama
uh, uh
ayy, green
uh*uh*uh*uh

yeah, yeah

yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
let’s go (let’s go)
drama

right (right)

ayo, uh

yo, uh, yo

[verse]
i puff blunts, bust whoever the f*ck front
and i don’t stuff bags with coke, i stuff trunks
(invasion)
when the drought came i ain’t run out of stuff once
i had a mean run, y’all had some rough months
(gangsta grizz*ill)
i ain’t happy until my money can touch trunks
and i want it all at once, f*ck lumps
hate when a n*gga wanna drink then punch drunk
did sl*ts, stomped, shot down plus jump
i cut punks, snuff chumps plus dump
leave him in his tux slumped for that tough [?]
if you slip, sink ships, [?] sunk
if livin’ life was a test then he just flunked
see the jewels up front? yeah, i must stunt
far as robberies i ain’t been stuck once
n*ggas said they gon’ get me but they just front
i play the game with a gun like [?]
(let’s go)

[chorus]
you want to go get me then come go get me
‘cause wherever i go, my gun go wit’ me
so if you want to hit me, n*gga, then hit me
if you want to stick me, n*gga, then stick me
you’ll be a dead man comin’ ‘round here wit’ that
you’ll be a dead man tryna talk that sh*t back
you’ll be a dead man comin’ ‘round here not strapped
you’ll be a dead man, mothaf*cka
a dead man, n*gga
(38 special)
[verse 2]
now i ride around with big boys, big boys
.44, big noise
.45, .50 cal, big toys
point ‘em all at his boys, dem ‘noid, destroyed
*bong*bong*bong* n*gga, enjoy
i’m the reason why these n*ggas employed and all got work
same reason why these b*tch boys all got hurt
keep a gun and a mask, brotha, i’m that gutta
the result is pastors, caskets and sad mothers
i ain’t trippin’, i’ma fast bussa
the gat touch ya, a full clip’ll be your last supper
r.i.p. to my n*gga [?]
r.i.p. to my n*gga flip
they the only ones that know about this k!ller sh*t
my n*gga jay know about this drug dealer sh*t
bag full of money and we’re headed to the dealership
i post that block with os of [?]
to standin’ over the stovetop with whole [?]

- 38 spesh lyrics

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