[Intro]
You think Philly cats won't snap on your motherfucking ass
Huh, you think we won't pull these hammers out and do what we do, nigga
We live this, nigga. We don't just talk it, we live it
Motherfucker take it to the streets, that's all I can say
Take it to the motherfucking streets, give me more nigga

[Hook x2]
You a dead man walking
Have you like, "Damn, why am I in this coffin?"
Nigga, I live the life that you talking
I hold the heat, shoot a motherfucking target
You better duck bitch

[Spade]
He the dead man, he the fucked talking in Fed land
He want me murdered, so shit when I heard it
I thought the nigga had life sentences concurrent
Man, I can't sleep 'till I see this nigga buried
Same nigga pointed out my man to the jury
Oh, him ha, oh, he be working in the gym ha
But you know its Spade that guns that make him slim, ha
And a type [?] that'll make a nigga sin, ha
D.A. reduced his ass to 5 to 10, ha
He telling on how he was a three time felon
But, nah, me not worry give him 2 to his melon
He's a dead man walking, dead man talking
Dead man eating, dead man sleeping
Go for his tool he's a dead man reaching
Open up his mouth he be a dead man speaking
Find em duck taped in the red van leaking
And shit, when I see him, it ain't no rap
Don't have nothing 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
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