Compton's Most Wanted - Dead Men Tell No Lies lyrics

I been quiet for too f**ing long so now its time to break the silence. I start with the k**ing so f** stopping the violence. I got something for your monkey a**. so peep. Better yet like a stray dog i put your a** to sleep. No more faking and taking my snaps. Sorry fool, eiht goin' step 'n get the straps. Geah, i puts my work in and f** up your sh**. Now you gotta bow down and s** a fat dick. Mmm. i guess thats what you get when you try to play. Try to come up with that mutherf**ing he say. Or she say, or what the f** did that fool say? Punk b**h, i'll mop that a** up anyway. Dont misbehave, cause you'll be a slave. Another fronting mutherf**er in a early grave. Geah, you got over fool because your a** was sly. But a dead n***a tell no lies. [k**ed off the s**er right there he didn't stop... x2] Another fool on my sh** list. And now the punk b**h wanna play games. No competition so i'll mention no f**ing names. Just like a rat, she likes to squeel. But you squeeled on the e, so whats the deal? Geah, you spread rumours for humour g. But the sh** aint funny, so humour me. And um, aint no more of your bullsh** i'm having. Geah, tired of the f**ing back stabbing. Soul in the bozac, as i stack. To your jaw i start to mack. like a fool don't clap. And um, it aint over till the fat b**h spit. Well the fat b**h is about to spit sh**. To save your sorry a** from the mash. So who really gives a f** if i tap that but. So um, when your a** is gone, they'll wonder why. But a dead n***a tell no lies. [k**ed off the s**er right there he didn't stop... x4] [ran through the rooms and went pop, pop, pop.] Get ready for the last mutherf**ing trip. As i pop in another mutherf**ing clip. Geah, one more busta, another mark. Fool your kinda fake, talking about you f**ed the eiht. Damn, another sorry b**h with some street slang. Peel his cap cause we aint from the same gang. Talking about you'll shoot the eiht from the top of the tree. n***a please, i might drop you to your f**ing knees. Try to lay low, but you know you can't escape. Why'd you have to diss me on your underground tape. Now you hang your sh** up on a shelf. Didn't you know, you'd be f**ing your own self. Quick draw mcgraw, on the f**ing draw. As you scheme on my team i take 2 to your jaw. Geah, you got over fool, but you know why. Cause a dead n***a tell no lies. [k**ed off the s**er right there he didn't stop... x2] [ran through the rooms and went pop, pop, pop.] Geah, eihthype in a mutherf**ing effect. For the nine deuce to get loose. My n***a mike t is in the house. dj slips in the mutherf**ing house. My n***a 'times in the house, rick's in the house. My n***a chill's in the house, boom bams in the house. And we outta here....