Dead Man Walking Quarashi

[Chorus]
Oompa, loompa, doopadee-da
If you're not smart, then you can go far
Oompa, loompa, doopadee-da
If you're not smart, then you can go far
Oompa, loompa, doopadee-da
If you're not smart, then you can go far

[Verse 1: Tiny]
I came by to bring you stories, now don't you wanna hear?
How you prance around like a faggot and never comb ya hair
You like gossip?
'Cause you been snoopin' around for truths, kid
You're fuckin' with the wrong man, 'cause somebody fed you bullshit
And I don't like you as a pal or any other
That’s why I never bothered paint the town, but he put colors instead
I'm tracin' on ya fetish, dead in the street
As dead as you are, when you rapping over that beat, b!
Be an MC bitch, don't worry 'bout me
And what the fuck I do daily
So help me God, I'll speak free
'Cuz I heard some shit too, ya know?
How you go about
When your girl don't even admit that you two are goin' out
Is it like that? (man!)
You told me you was a player
I bet she loves the cock as much she loves her ex to lay her
Next time, you'll think of somethin' before you had so much to say
But next time was last time, punk, so say your prayer!