Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Already Dead , by - Bushwick Bill. Release date: 10.07.1995
Song language: English
Already Dead |
| And um… |
| Look, listen and observe |
| As we all pay close attention um. |
| Look into my eyes |
| Or should I say my eye |
| And nigga ya see just why |
| This can afraid to die |
| Ever since birth I’ve been givin’the short hand |
| It didn’t hurt but it made me a smart man |
| And I kept my guards up, my head tight, my shit |
| cocked, my heart stoned |
| The red light, my lips locked |
| Talking ain’t squashin', nigga where I’m from |
| Nigga if you want some grab your gatt please |
| And I’ma handle all your petty shit |
| Before you ever get to make it to your pump, you already lit |
| I spit round after round after round |
| Everybody hit the ground |
| Lookin’at death 'till my last slug |
| I show ya hoes what this drama is Bring your family round this killa |
| and I’m peelin’all ya mama’s kids |
| The more love, the more blood |
| Bitches rat-a-tat-tat on that hat 'till there’s no slugs |
| That they nothin’but a five letter word to me And it’s gonna be like that 'till somebody grab their |
| gatt and try to murder me Nigga, I don’t give a fuck |
| If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts? |
| It’s the land of the lost |
| Slip one time, and ya bound to pay the cause |
| Nigga… |
| Now as I walk through the alley, I feel the shadow of death |
| My mind’s on murder, my hand’s on the tech |
| Whether Black, White, Asian, or Latin |
| Puerta Rican, never matter once I’m creepin’you know |
| whats hapnin', fool |
| Kill or get killed, peel or get peeled |
| Either way those slugs gonna spill |
| Buck me in my chest, buck me in my head |
| But you can’t kill VonBushman motherfuckas |
| I’m already dead |
| (Murder him) Nigga I don’t give a fuck |
| If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts? |
| (Murder him) Fool I don’t give a fuck |
| If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts? |
| (Can we murder him) Bitch I don’t give a fuck |
| If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts? |
| (Straight murder him) Yo I don’t give a fuck |
| If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts? |
| I wake up every day to the agony, sufferin’and sorrow |
| Tragedies be havin’me too sad to see tomorrows |
| But I just say Fuck it, take a deep breath |
| Get my heat set, and make the streets sweat |
| I get my kicks off the dodgin’and duckin' |
| That they do when they see mob through robbin’and buckin' |
| Once again I’m on a killing spree |
| I willingly load it and lock it and put them out they misery |
| If you don’t know you better ax’somebody |
| How I blast these bitches like a black Jon Gotti |
| Now we find out that your not so slick |
| As the clock goes (*Tick*) |
| And the glock goes (*Click*) |
| I show ya pussies what ya thinkin' |
| As your body becomes numb from the bullets that I’m blastin' |
| I ain’t scared to get the red in these dreads |
| Meet me at the crossroads, muthafucka |
| I’m already dead |
| (Murder him) Nigga I don’t give a fuck |
| If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts? |
| (Shall we murder him) Fool I don’t give a fuck |
| If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts? |
| (Can we murder him) Bitch I don’t give a fuck |
| If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts? |
| (Straight murder him) Yo I don’t give a fuck |
| If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts? |
| (Straight murder him) I don’t give a fuck |
| If anybody killa in here, fool where ya nuts? |
| (Straight murder him) I don’t give a fuck |
| If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts? |
| (Straight murder him) I don’t give a fuck |
| If anybody killa in here, nigga where ya nuts? |
| (Straight murder him) Fool I don’t give a fuck |
| If anybody killa in here, bitches where ya nuts? |
| Yeah, muthafuckas better watch out |
| Wolfgang VonBushwicken the Barbarian Bill |