Styles P - Dead lyrics

[Verse 1: Kingpen Slim] Got Jewish lawyers defending me Unfriendly people befriending me So I'm speakin to Satan's synergy In the mirror lookin at my blatant enemy I drink early And smoke often Got woodgrain wishes haunted by oak coffins I see dead people with yall faces Deliver the devil black roses in tall vases Back from hell, to confront my demons They imitatin' evil kinevil to stunt my dreamin' They say what's in a name, and I say everything Cause Barry made enough for his bond with each and every swing Til I see better days I'mma f** your girl with the last f** I ever gave I coulda told you that I'm black hearted I'm not wrapped to tight f** a rap artist [Hook: Kingpen Slim] And you know if I'm in the mix it's goin' down That's DOA Dead Call 911 They Dead k**in the game They dead You heard what I said If I'm in the mix it's goin' down That's DOA Dead Call 911 They Dead k**in the game They dead You heard what I said If I'm in the mix it's goin' down [Verse 2: Styles P] Yeah That's DOA n***a we don't play Cause n***as is bout the chips like Frito Lay They could tell you what a handgun, a kilo weigh What's the price on a ticket, what Tito say New Jacks in the city like it's Nino day But n***as'll handle beef the Gambino way Yeah That's why Paulie got k**ed when he was leavin' the steakhouse Fredo got k**ed on the lake for the fake out(s**a) Takin' the fake route Somebody shoot the zookeeper lettin the snakes out(shoot em) co*ks**er Pigs don't run around in the city They play the farm n***a Tell and you losing your tongue And your arm n***a Thats DOA n***a Dead on arrival n***a P don't play Ask Kingpen We doin' it Carlito's way whaddup [Hook] [Verse 3: Kingpen Slim] Angel in a room full of devils Stay above ground in a room full of shovels Tip Toe We on pins and needles Cause when you poppin pricks'll bring the boom to your bubble Shoutout to my hustlers out there waitin' on the bird Shoutout to my k**ers out there waitin' on the word Word If you wanna see me You can always meet me in the street I'll be waitin on the curb Write it down in blood Curses come in cursive We practicin' for action and your hearse is in rehearsal Look I got some million dollar moves that I'm mullin over Parolees on Pirellis baby I ain't pullin over H-N-I-C come and see me headline I'mma need some head I'm just tellin' you ahead of time No game Super Mario I'll get you barred from the barrio [Hook]