- Lyrics
- Album list
- Singer Intro
50 Cent( Curtis James Jackson III )
-
If Dead Men Could Talk
Hold up son, them niggas know Who hit that nigga, son (I know, I know) How the fuck we gon' know who hit 'em And they don't know who hit him The hood talkin' man everybody know (I know it's fucked up)
Now I lay thee down to sleep Niggas tryin' to lay me down with heat If I should die do' before I awake I pray my Lord my soul to take
If dead men could talk in your sleep And your homie told you who got him Would you have the heart to shoot the nigga that shot him Or would you start switchin' up?
You think about the penitentiary, your bitchin' up? What if he said money ain't everything The hood raised us wrong What it takes to get your money long But look I'm gone
Would that touch your heart have you feelin' funny inside Would that be enough to make your punk ass ride What if he gave you a li'l list of things to do Said he wouldn't have to die, he could live through you
Would you load your gats and get ready ro ride Or would you lock the door at your crib and hide It's a cold world even when it's hot outside Whether sunshine or rain, you still feel pain
Hit him 'cause he was your strength Now you in a daze Your homie turnin' over in his grave 'Cause you pussy
Ya know who killed him Ya know who killed him Ya know who killed him (Ride)
Ya know who killed him Ya know who killed him Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Ya know who killed him (Ride)
Them boys smoked your homie You ain't gon' do nothin' back Not even if he told you, you next to get clapped It don't take much for them shells to make the best of you
Your peoples probably gon' cremate and burn the rest of you You done did too much dirt to try and make it to heaven Nigga, is you down for this 1 8 7 When you reach the pearly gates, how you gon' explain?
You gonna try and tell God you've been framed Y'all did everything together, he was your dog Now you uptown coppin' and he in the morgue Them niggas he gave pacs to they kept the cake
His sister and baby momma talkin' to Jake Da' niggas that rocked him they came to the wake But they come inside, they sat out in the ride At the funeral, homicide, all in the business
Walkin' 'round askin' niggas to tell 'em who did it Niggas is throwin' blows, now you ready to rumble? Thirsty niggas an animal, the hood is a jungle Broke nigga, will body someone over a bundle Man, a three year old kid in my hood know what a gun do
Ya know who killed him Ya know who killed him Ya know who killed him (Ride)
Ya know who killed him Ya know who killed him Ya know who killed him (Ride)
Ya know who killed him Ya know who killed him Ya know who killed him (Ride) ...
-
|