dead men don't talk - restricted us lyrics
talk to me sideways and i’ll empty out the f*cking mag
this b*tch thinks he’s the sh*t he’ll end up in a bodybag
you don’t want no f*cking smoke
run your mouth i hope you choke
fist to your face let your ego disintegrate
running your mouth will leave you lying in the streets
fake f*cking punk, such a punchable face
pick your t**th up off of the pavement
packs on top of packs, breath in the smoke of all my enemies
f*ck boy talking tough we pop the trunk on his whole family
test me and my crew we play no games we bust your f*cking lip
reputations ruined in the moment that you f*cked with me
talk to me sideways and ill empty out the f*cking mag
this b*tch thinks he’s the sh*t he’ll wind up in a bodybag
you don’t want no f*cking smoke
run your mouth i hope you choke
blood spilt on the pavement while your homies run the other way
truth is y’all ain’t with that sh*t, this ain’t the game you wanna play
shut the f*ck up walk away, there’s nothing left for you to say
“eat sh*t, die b*tch”, time for you to f*cking pay
bounty on your f*cking head
crawl back into your hole, you f*cking snake
eat a f*cking brick you p*ssy
dead men don’t talk
stay in the f*cking dirt
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