One n*gga Dead lyrics

*Includes the 4th track "04 f*ck Everybody"


[BLH]
Yeah man, what's up with these n*ggas on the tip, man?

[Sicx]
Hm?

[BLH]
What about Tim?

[Sicx]
f*ck em

[BLH]
What about Phil?

[Sicx]
f*ck em

[BLH]
What about Seany Sean?

[Sicx]
f*ck that punk ass motherf*cker
[BLH]
What about Awful A?

[Sicx]
f*ck that n*gga

[BLH]
What about MC Love?

[Sicx]
f*ck that n*gga too

[BLH]
What about Danielle?

[Sicx]
f*ck that b*tch

[BLH]
What about Felton?

[Sicx]
f*ck em

[BLH]
Well, what about Marcus?
[Sicx]
f*ck em

[BLH]
So what basically what you're tryin' to say is just f*ck everybody, huh?

[Sicx]
There you go

One n*gga dead
Two n*ggas dead
Three
n*ggas layin' on they back
For f*ckin' wit a G
And it looks to me
A n*gga gotta ride on your folks
After tonight your locs is gonna die
From my post-ride

One n*gga dead
Two n*ggas dead
Three
n*ggas layin' on they back fo' f*ckin' wit a G
And it looks to me
A n*gga gotta ride on your folks
After tonight your locs is gonna die
From my post-ride
One n*gga dead
Two n*ggas dead
Three
n*ggas layin' up on they B
Ain't see Cann tryin' to play relay
With his [???]
But the Glock works lovely
And I'm off that [???]
0-8 liquor sicc spruced
And like clockwork cops first let loose
When sh*t's really feelina get ugly partner
Ya gots 3 seconds to get yo ass up off my bloc
No?
Then give me one second
So I can c*ck and unload this plastic Glock
I hope yo casket’s bought
f*ckin' wit a n*gga who never could
Never will give a f*ck about anything else except for the Creek
And even then, give me fifty feet
'cause ain't no tellin' which one of ya'll n*ggas wanna let me have it
But I'm off that O-E
And that 40 tells me rat-tat-tat it
And it looks like a n*gga done lost it
Call me Mr. Schwarze-n*gga
[???]
Ima grab that trigga, start tryin' to kill up all sorts of n*ggas
And I'll be back
But n*ggas like you don't really wanna try and see my funk
44 ways on the TEC pump
Always [stayed???]
Better since dumpin' em
Blocc fo' blocc
Glock fo' Glock
And G fo' G, fool
I'm that n*gga who you can't see
But come follow me
And then count to 3

One n*gga dead
Two n*ggas dead
Three
n*ggas layin' on they back for f*ckin' wit a G
And it looks to me
A n*gga gotta ride on your folks
After tonight your locs is gonna die
From my post-ride

One n*gga dead
Two n*ggas dead
Three
n*ggas layin' on they back for f*ckin' wit a G
And it looks to me
A n*gga gotta ride on your folks
After tonight your locs is gonna die
From my post-ride

I creeps through the back streets, crack streets
Pap-pap
Better lets my gat leave 44 ways n*gga
And the Fed go right for the killa
They won't find anything
Fo' at least 44 days n*gga
I'm takin' all the guts out
Nuts out 'cause I'm looney when
I get that English
One n*gga dead
Two n*ggas dead
Now this third n*gga ain't been seen since
Finna get fiendish
Wanna hit a mag
And them cop
Body bags
Get dropped
On the side of a 4 door Impala Ragtop
Pull the glove box and get that bottle of Schnapps
And let that liquor flow
From a n*gga wit a 4-4 pump
Wit a 4 of that funk
Dump on n*ggas
Throw the gat
Now it's time to roll
And I lift off
Gets off
I knife this motherf*cker
I wonder
How in the hell did I ever let the gangbangin' sh*t
Come and takes me under
As I drinks mo'
Can't fix no mo'
But the way I live
Is one swig way deep to the peppermint Schnapps
'cause ain't no loves to give
And wit 16 hot ones ready to pop at any given time
Not a single one caught one without me
Leavin' they brains kinda hard to find
But
Blocc fo' Blocc
Glock fo' Glock
And G fo' G, fool
I'm that n*gga who you can't see
But come follow me
And then count to 3

One n*gga dead
Two n*ggas dead
Three
n*ggas layin' on they back for f*ckin' wit a G
And it looks to me
A n*gga gotta ride on your folks
After tonight your locs is gonna die
From my post-ride

One n*gga dead
Two n*ggas dead
Three
n*ggas layin' on they back for f*ckin' wit a G
And it looks to me
A n*gga gotta ride on your folks
After tonight your locs is gonna die
From my post-ride