Bushwick Bill - Already Dead lyrics

And um... Look, listen and observe As we all pay close attention um.. [Bushwick Bill] Look into my eyes Or should I say my eye And n***a ya see just why This can afraid to die Ever since birth I've been givin' the short hand It didn't hurt but it made me a smart man And I kept my guards up, my head tight, my sh** co*ked, my heart stoned The red light, my lips locked Talking ain't squashin', n***a where I'm from n***a if you want some grab your gatt please And I'm a end all your petty sh** Before you ever get to make it to your pump, you already lit I spit round after round after round Everybody hit the ground Lookin' at d**h 'till my last slug I show ya hoes what this drama is Bring your family round this k**a And I'm peelin' all ya mama's kids The more love, the more blood b**hes rat-a-tat-tat on that hat 'till there's no slugs d**h ain't nothin' but a five letter word to me And it's gonna be like that 'till somebody grab their Gatt and try to murder me n***a, I don't give a f** If anybody k**a in here, n***a where ya nuts? It's the land of the lost Slip one time, and ya bound to pay the cause n***a... Now as I walk through the alley, I feel the shadow of d**h My mind's on murder, my hand's on the tech Whether Black, White, Asian, or Latin Puerta Rican, never matter once I'm creepin' you know Whats hapnin', fool k** or get k**ed, peel or get peeled Either way though, blood's gonna spill Buck me in my chest, buck me in my head But you can't k** von Bushwicken motherf**as I'm already dead (Murder him)n***a I don't give a f** If anybody k**a in here, n***a where ya nuts? (Murder him)Fool I don't give a f** If anybody k**a in here, n***a where ya nuts? (Can we murder him)b**h I don't give a f** If anybody k**a in here, n***a where ya nuts? (Straight murder him)Yo I don't give a f** If anybody k**a in here, n***a where ya nuts? I wake up every day to the agony, sufferin' and sorrow Tragedies be havin' me too sad to see tomorrows But I just say "f** it", take a deep breath Get my heat set, and make the streets sweat I get my kicks off the dodgin' and duckin' That they do when they see me, my art, from bobbin' and buckin' Once again I'm on a k**ing spree I willingly load it and lock it and put them out they misery If you don't know you better ax' somebody How I blast these b**hes like a black Jon Gotti Now we find out that your not so slick As the clock goes (*Tick*) And the Glock goes (*Click*) I show ya pussies what ya thinkin' As your body becomes numb from the bullets that I'm blastin' I ain't scared to get the red in these dreads Meet me at the crossroads, muthaf**a I'm already dead (Murder him)n***a I don't give a f** If anybody k**a in here, n***a where ya nuts? (Shall we murder him)Fool I don't give a f** If anybody k**a in here, n***a where ya nuts? (Can we murder him)b**h I don't give a f** If anybody k**a in here, n***a where ya nuts? (Straight murder him)Yo I don't give a f** If anybody k**a in here, n***a where ya nuts? (Straight murder him)I don't give a f** If anybody k**a in here, fool where ya nuts? (Straight murder him)I don't give a f** If anybody k**a in here, n***a where ya nuts? (Straight murder him)I don't give a f** If anybody k**a in here, n***a where ya nuts? (Straight murder him)Fool I don't give a f** If anybody k**a in here, b**hes where ya nuts? [Bushwick] Yeah, muthaf**as better watch out Wolfgang VonBushwicken the Barbarian Bill