Dead Man Can't Rap

[Lil' 1/2 Dead]

It's half dead so an nigga got see death twice

Realize that this good ain't nothing nice

The price you pay today might be your last

Because on this Eastside niggas move fast

I spend to many years on the street surveying

Struggle and striving on the Sunday ground conniving

I got broads that can bust a brake

With half dead spank that ass with this game

You can say that I'm a dead man walking because I'm stalking

Half of my body is in the coffin

I'm serving thirty-thirty years to life

I hope my might when I rolled mother fuckers like dice

The gin and juice gets me loose

I'm fly like Spruce Bluce

Every now and then I have to drink an duce, duce

To maintain my composure, light up the dojora

Mack and kick back will I peel some caps

[Hook: Lil' 1/2 Dead]

The moon and sky, the concrete and dirt

Work is pretend and body's begin to jerk

He's looking like he's frozen

He's body decomposing, but that's the life he's chosen

[chorus x4: Lil' 1/2 Dead]

Who the hell say dead man can't man rap (Who, What)

[Lil' 1/2 Dead]

I rosed to through the spot

At night I got this AK 47, black folks thinking heaven (Damn)

I much love depressed death, I step, but one time ride around vest

Know check it, they wont to cuff me trying to scuff me up

I'm like Rocky they cant stop me

Because it feels like October 30th Halloween eve, niggas get relieved

Start doing dirt and putting much work and really gives an mad fuck about

getting hurt

So run up in my face, if you dare, I got my gun in the air and I don't care

I put you flat on your back, your face would crack

With an nine millimeter go smack and yea now how really like that

And who the hell say dead man cant rap

[Hook: Lil' 1/2 Dead]

The moon and sky, the concrete and dirt

Work is pretend and body's begin to jerk

He's looking like he's frozen

He's body decomposing, but that's the life he's chosen

[chorus x4: Lil' 1/2 Dead]

[Lil' 1/2 Dead]

As I return from the graveyard I'm bruised, battled and scared

But hard times giving props to hip hop

Another psycho dedicating g funk era, Pause and terror

Grab your seats as I pre-pare the execution my solution to older men

Praised the duty to stay in mind that I'm in as I been

The corner sipping juice and gin

Roll down the windows let the indo smoke blow in the wind

It's me the H.E.L.D.A.N to the d

I'm straight coming from the LBC

I pocket all my dough in 94'and all yall buster ass niggas can't hear me

though

I gots to make a grip and have an extra clip

So every time me and homies rolling to dip

We can get an nigga flat on his back

Now who the hell say dead man cant rap

[Hook x2: Lil' 1/2 Dead]

The moon and sky, the concrete and dirt

Work is pretend and body's begin to jerk

He's looking like he's frozen

He's body decomposing, but that's the life he's chosen

[chorus x8: Lil' 1/2 Dead]