Funkmaster Flex & Big Kap — Dead Man Walking

[Intro] You think Philly cats won't snap on your motherfucking ass Huh, you think we won't pull these hammers out and do what we do, nigga We live this, nigga. We don't just talk it, we live it Motherfucker take it to the streets, that's all I can say Take it to the motherfucking streets, give me more nigga [Hook x2] You a dead man walking Have you like, "Damn, why am I in this coffin?" Nigga, I live the life that you talking I hold the heat, shoot a motherfucking target You better duck bitch [Spade] He the dead man, he the fucked talking in Fed land He want me murdered, so shit when I heard it I thought the nigga had life sentences concurrent Man, I can't sleep 'till I see this nigga buried Same nigga pointed out my man to the jury Oh, him ha, oh, he be working in the gym ha But you know its Spade that guns that make him slim, ha And a type [?] that'll make a nigga sin, ha D.A. reduced his ass to 5 to 10, ha He telling on how he was a three time felon But, nah, me not worry give him 2 to his melon He's a dead man walking, dead man talking Dead man eating, dead man sleeping Go for his tool he's a dead man reaching Open up his mouth he be a dead man speaking Find em duck taped in the red van leaking And shit, when I see him, it ain't no rap Don't have nothing on your hip, if it ain't no gat I'll put that thing to the beak, on his baseball cap Throw the muffler on the front so there ain't no clap [Hook x2] You a dead man walking Have you like, "Damn, why am I in this coffin?" Nigga, I live the life that you talking I hold the heat, shoot a motherfucking target You better duck bitch [Beanie Sigel] I stay strapped, I keep a half a hundred to cap I put your stomach in your lap You don't want none of the Mack The gun'll come out if I think your runnin your mouth I fuck around and have fifity niggas run in your house Plus I keep an escape route to avoid the State Troop Talkin to the jakes goose? 4 in your grapefruit Catch me population, yard out, gray suit You'se a bitch nigga, P.C. is where they take you You think that clique tight, somebody bluffin 9 guns in a shootout, but 8 bustin Let me find a female dog in my clique I'mma grab the revolver in give em off 6 The same niggas that you thought would never snitch Is fuckin your bitch, got the keys to your wip Stay in your crib, eatin all your shit Probably owe you shit, watch who you rollin with [Hook x2] You a dead man walking Have you like, "Damn, why am I in this coffin?" Nigga, I live the life that you talking I hold the heat, shoot a motherfucking target You better duck bitch [Dutch] It take a baller ta ball Playa to pimp You can tella gangsta when he walk he limp And every time he talk he talk real quick Get caught by the cops, don't know shit Even if its him, don't know shit He's the type of dude you just don't fuck with Talk real breezy, or press your luck with And if you wanna know who he is, he Dutch, bitch His watch is his power, chain is his strength Money getting low, police watchin my strips Helicopters, binoculars watchin my bricks Getting in my grime, changin my flip I'm too young to be stressed Daughter need pampers, daddy need rest Baby moms trippn, tryn cause my arrest You think its suicide, walkin without a vest You a dead man, nigga [Hook x2] You a dead man walking Have you like, "Damn, why am I in this coffin?" Nigga, I live the life that you talking I hold the heat, shoot a motherfucking target You better duck bitch [Outro] Deadman walkin (repeated seversl times w/ change of voice)