Dead Gal Walking

We have a crook mentality, grew up in the poverty

Cause we are from the streets

We don't want to sell the drugs, don't want to hustle

But this is how we have to eat

We live by the gun, die by the gun

So please don't you trouble we

I let a lot of the bullshit slide

Cross the Queen and you'll get buried alive

'Cause she's a dead gal walking

That man's a dead man walking

That gal's a dead gal walking

No one wants to be a dead man walking

Here come the Queen Bee rain

Hit the windshield wiper

Infrared on the bitch, D.C. sniper

One Brooklyn bitch got the whole crowd hyper

Red Christian Loub's match the red

More fire, more fire

All praises to B.I.G., the most higher

The gun cocked, I keep it fully loaded

A dead gal walking, and she don't even know it

'Cause she's a dead gal walking

That man's a dead man walking

That gal's a dead gal walking

No one wants to be a dead man walking

There is a war going on outside

21-gun salute

All my soldiers get ready to ride

Cross the Queen and you'll get buried alive

There is a war going on outside

A war going on outside

'Cause she's a dead gal walking

That man's a dead man walking

That gal's a dead gal walking

No one wants to be a dead man walking