Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dead-A-Man, artist - Krizz Kaliko. Album song Damn Fool, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.05.2011
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Dead-A-Man |
| I’m a beast from the streets, I’m sweaty and breathing hard |
| I’m peeping in thru the window, he’s slipping puffing cigars |
| Sipping on some brandy, it’s dandy just for a moment |
| He flaunted now I want it, I plotted and got up on it |
| Breathing like a deamon? |
| Poseidon, then? |
| start my evening |
| I’m thingking 'bout my heathens, I’m ?feeding? |
| so I ain’t leaving |
| Destruction as a bust in! |
| Yelling loud and cussing! |
| Looking like the devil gripping metal, I ain’t bluffing! |
| Take me to the money, ?viola? |
| just like I told ya |
| Playing with me only gonna make cock an explosion |
| Soldier, told ya first time that ya met a nigga |
| Play the game fair or regret you ever met me nigga! |
| On a mission out hunting, I’m vicious and look suspicious |
| Best believe me when I tell you «I will!» |
| Let me do it, I can do it, been thru it but nigga, really?! |
| I should have been dead! |
| Moving slow, sitting low, we’ve been hunting all night |
| On a mission with precision, bout to take this nigga’s life |
| Only bright nigga played me for a large sum of cash |
| Hope it’s worth it, when this choppa get to sing it to his ass! |
| With this bullets singing past, cutting holes thru his ass |
| I forget alotta shit, but I remember all my ??? |
| Let it pass, been a year now, I bet he think I’m soft |
| He was playing checkers, it was chess that I was tought |
| I’m strategic so believe it, every nigga that has wronged me |
| Either finished briething or one evening, he won’t be! |
| I wished that is was different and I didn’t had to kill for bread |
| But this the life I chose, when he shows this nigga’s dead |
| God’s karma man, these niggas let me have it, I was slipping |
| I was going off to liquor… hell alrighty I was tripping |
| Chasing pussy like a rooky and I know I’m out of bounds |
| Papered-up and flamed-up, nigga showing I’m ?a hound? |
| All I heard was spittin rounds, from the chop I know the sound |
| Heard the zing and saw the blades trying to lay me down |
| Took for cover so I? |
| scrubble?, trying to keep from passing out |
| Doing a hundred on the block, I’m in and out, I’m blacking out |
| Called the homies and the? |
| missles?, just in case I didn’t make it |
| Want revenge and I can taste it! |
| I was praying that I made it |
| I didn’t ask for forgiveness, I still had to handle bidniss |
| So as God is my witness, I can tell you why I’m living |