Funkmaster Flex

Funkmaster Flex - Dead Man Walking lyrics

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(feat. Big Kap, Beanie Sigel, Dutch, Spade)



[Intro]

You think Philly cats wont snap on your mothafuckin ass

Huh, you think we wont 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



[Chorus x2]

You a deadman walkin

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



[Spade]

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

Man, I cant speak '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

??? 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



[Chorus x2]

You a deadman walkin

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



[Beanie Sigel]

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

Talkin to the ??? 4 in your grapefruit

Catch me population, god I'll erase you

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'ma grab the revolver in give you all 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



[Chorus x2]

You a deadman walkin

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



[Dutch]

????, Playa the pimp

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

Talk real breezy, impress your luck with

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

Baby moms drippin cars non-rest

You thin its suicide, walkin without a vest

You a deadman, nigga



[Chorus x2]

You a deadman walkin

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



[Outro]

Deadman walkin [repeated seversl times w/ change of voice]
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