Текст песни Big Kap Funkmaster Flex f Beanie Sigel, - The Tunnel
Big Kap Funkmaster Flex f Beanie Sigel, - The Tunnel слова песни
[Intro]You think Philly cats wont snap on your mothafuckin assHuh, you think we wont pull these hammers out and do what we do, niggaWe live this, nigga. We don`t just talk it, we live itMuthafucka take it to the streets, that`s all I can sayTake it to the muthafuckin streets, give me more nigga[Chorus]x2You a deadman walkinHave you like, "Damn, why am I in this coffin?"Nigga, I live the life that you talkinI hold the heat, shoot a muthafuckin targetYou better duck bitch[Spade]He the dead man, he the fucked talkin in Fed landHe want me murdered, so shit when I heard itI thoguth the nigga ahd life sentences concurrentMan, I cant speak `till I see this nigga buriedSame nigga pointed out my man to the juryOh, him ha, oh he be workin in the gym haBut you know its Spade that guns that make him slim, haAnd a type ??? that`ll make a mnigga sin, haD.A. reduced his ass to 5 to 10, haHe tellin, on how he was a three time felonBut, nah, me not worry give him 2 to his melonHe`s a deadman walkin, deadman talkinDeadman eatin, deadman sleepinGo for his tool he`s a deadman reachinOpen up his mouth he be a deadman speakin??? duck taped in the red van leakinAnd shit, when I see him, it ain`t no rapDon`t have nothin on your hip, if it ain`t no gatI`ll put that thing to the beak, on his baseball capThrow the muffler on the front so there ain`t no clap[Chorus]x2You a deadman walkinHave you like, "Damn, why am I in this coffin?"Nigga, I live the life that you talkinI hold the heat, shoot a muthafuckin targetYou better duck bitch[Beanie Sigel]I stay strapped, I keep a half a hundred to capI put your stomach in your lapYou don`t want none of the MackThe gun`ll come out if I think your runnin your mouthI fuck around and have fifity niggas run in your housePlus I keep an escape route to avoid the State TroopTalkin to the ??? 4 in your grapefruitCatch me population, god I`ll erase youYou`se a bitch nigga, P.C. is where they take youYou think that clique tight, somebody bluffin9 guns in a shootout, but 8 bustinLet me find a female dog in my cliqueI`ma grab the revolver in give you all 6The same niggas that you thought would never snitchIs fuckin your bitch, got the keys to your wipStay in your crib, eatin all your shitProbably owe you shit, watch who you rollin with[Chorus]x2You a deadman walkinHave you like, "Damn, why am I in this coffin?"Nigga, I live the life that you talkinI hold the heat, shoot a muthafuckin targetYou better duck bitch[Dutch]????, Playa the pimpYou can tella gangsta when he walk he limpAnd everytime he talk he talk real quickGet caught by the cops, don`t know shitEven if its him, don`t know shitHe`s the type of dude you just don`t fuck withTalk real breezy, impress your luck withAnd if you wanna know who he is, he Dutch, bitchHis watch is his power, chain is his strengthMoney getting low, police watchin my stripsHelicopters, binoculars watchin my bricksGetting in my grime, changin my flipI`m too young to be stressedDaughter need pampers, daddy need restBaby moms drippin cars non-restYou thin its suicide, walkin without a vestYou a deadman, nigga[Chorus]x2You a deadman walkinHave you like, "Damn, why am I in this coffin?"Nigga, I live the life that you talkinI hold the heat, shoot a muthafuckin targetYou better duck bitch[Outro]