Dead-A-Man - Krizz Kaliko, Big Scoob

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