Dead Rapper

You niggas playing games with a head tapper
Got shooters in the field let the lead clap ya
When the bodies start dropping now the feds at ya
Who get the best promotion? A dead rapper
You niggas playing games with a head tapper
Got shooters in the field let the lead clap ya
When the bodies start dropping now the feds at ya
Who get the best promotion? A dead rapper

You niggas playing checkers with a chess master
First you knock the boss off then get the rest after
One call Nellz bring me the snub
Its white tee's with ya face that say in memory of
I been a shiesty muh fucka ima get it in blood
Let em show you that they fake once then its a dub
Hunnit drum on the Tommy gun that spit crazy
Percs was yellow up in the trenches like Dick Tracy
I was in them Harlem jects with crack moving
These niggas talk that hustling shit what trap you in
A nigga try to step on my toes the gat shooting
Ill put two trey's to your back like pat ewing
On the real niggas better have they gun in traffic
But think twice you don't really want no static
Cause its thirty in this fuckin mattic
Ill run down shooting this arm up just like a fucking addict

You niggas playing games with a head tapper
Got shooters in the field let the lead clap ya
When the bodies start dropping now the feds at ya
Who get the best promotion? A dead rapper
You niggas playing games with a head tapper
Got shooters in the field let the lead clap ya
When the bodies start dropping now the feds at ya
Who get the best promotion? A dead rapper

Im on 8th I'm in a 88' drop top
First weigh the weight make the base
chop rocks shake scrape drop another hunnit in the croc pot
Glock cock hunnit shot show you how to mop shop
Ooh wop shooting shit since a lil doowop
New drop, drop the top nigga from the roof top
Every other day I got a new opp im cool with a two shot
40's on ima pull a Tupac never say who shot or who shot who
Yeah that's my rule Glock 9 im gone shoot
Ill run down up in hot 9 and line that booth
Yeah you might rhyme got signed but im that truth
Ill gun down a nigga building when I find that stoop
When it come down to the come down im that proof
Im from uptown what you want now
Im gone do all that shit you rap about that you not gone do

I swear to god it feel like death is fuckin calling me
Nah you wouldn't understand
I swear to god it feel like death is fuckin calling me
Nah you wouldn't understand

You niggas playing games with a head tapper
Got shooters in the field let the lead clap ya
When the bodies start dropping now the feds at ya
Who get the best promotion? A dead rapper
You niggas playing games with a head tapper
Got shooters in the field let the lead clap ya
When the bodies start dropping now the feds at ya
Who get the best promotion? A dead rapper



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Writer(s): Curtis Little
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