Dead-A-Man - Big Scoob

Dead-A-Man - Big Scoob
I'm a beast from the streets
I'm sweaty and breathing hard
I'm peeping in through 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 ni**a
Play the game fair or regret you ever met me ni**a
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 ni**a really
I should have been dead
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 ni**a really
I should have been dead
Moving slow sitting low we've been hunting all night
On a mission with precision
About to take this ni**a's life
Only bright ni**a played me for a large sum of cash
Hope it's worth it
When this choppa get to sing it to his a**
With this bullets singing past
Cutting holes thru his a**
I forget a lot of sh*t but I remember all my men
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 ni**a 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 ni**a's dead
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 ni**a really
I should have been dead
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 ni**a really
I should have been 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 p**sy like a rooky
And I know I'm out of bounds
Papered-up and flamed-up
Ni**a showing I'm on haunt
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
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 ni**a really
I should have been dead
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 ni**a really
I should have been dead