| Ain’t the one you should trust
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| Makin' deals with the devil leave you stankin' in a cut
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| (It's a dead man walkin')
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| I can get you with that beam
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| (?) a hoe like (?) it’s that million dollar dream
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| (It's a dead man walkin')
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| Ain’t the one you should trust
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| Goin' ham on you haters, ash to ash and dust to dust
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| Make it hard to breath nigga, with some holes in yo chest
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| You don’t know me, never did, I don’t think you wanna test
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| A damn gangsta in these streets
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| I live this life and I can prove
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| What you bitches speak about
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| I think they saw it on the news
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| You can take this as a threat, you can take it how you wanna
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| Fuckin' with me motherfucker you gon' be a organ donor
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| You got gun? |
| do yo best, cause I’m deadly like a sniper
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| When you talk that shit you get dealt with
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| So time to pay the piper
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| We ain’t cool, we ain’t straight
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| What the fuck you think what happen
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| See I’m real out on these streets
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| Not you niggas out here rappin'
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| Niggas gossip like some bitches
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| Keep my name up out yo mouth
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| Wanna get up with me nigga you can find me in the south
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| (?) Memphis, Magnolia I might be out on a corner
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| Sellin' crack, movin' packs and we smokin' marijuana
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| Forty-five is a monster and my forty is a beast
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| If you get wrong with me (?)
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| Leave you stankin' in these streets
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| BLAY!
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| Keyser Soze or the Scarecrow the savage
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| I ravage with thirty heat burns on the skin
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| When I look in the hearts of the men
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| I start slashing the ventricle artery and leave it within
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| Eyes start to roll in yo skull and you havin' convulsions
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| You feelin' the after-life forces
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| Your soul is chosen, skin turns cold
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| Effects of rigor mortis
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| Soarin' into orbit, all the voltage, you absorbed it
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| And it may seems kinda morbid
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| Seen your own corpse in the morgue
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| Mortuary, somewhere lyin' in the prairie
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| Where they all are buried, hopin' that’s some fairy
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| «Come take me somewhere where it ain’t scary»
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| But I’m the contrary
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| You’re in the hands of the one they call Lucifer now
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| You can cry much as you want, you can yell, scream and shout
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| But there’s no way yo ass gettin' out BLAY!
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| I am Lord Infamous murdered through the Middle Ages all up to the day
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| (?) all the particles of all the people I slayed
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| (?) with blizzard all up to your way
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| Here’s a clip I load from the mystical (?) psycho
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| When this pistol smoke, it is critical, you get on the floor
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| I mesmerize pacific through atlantic with satanic
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| Dose from this erratic attic automatic babbage faggot |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dead Man Walkin, artist - II ToneAlbum song Futuristic Bounty Hunter, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп