Various Artists - A Dead Man lyrics

(Mr. Serv-On) It's a quarter to ten He was my friend Hit the funeral, roses in my hand Payin respects to a dead man Hugged his mama, kissed his girl Got his dope and his son, your f**in life is now my f**in world Don't even hear the preacher talkin Just thinkin about the money And the bedroom noise me and his wife been makin He told me how she like to take it- so I'ma give it I see you later, f** your clothes bring my p**y and my son And this gangsta sh** is done I shoulda spit in your face after the way she f**ed me in the game I hope you burn in vain One day your son will call me daddy It's your fault 'cuz you lost loyalty We been f**in around since diapers But you let another n***a touch you Now that b**h work for me But not for long- I ordered that b**h here at a quarter to three And if he got a b**h- I'ma pimp her For every minute you had to suffer And f** her for every dollar you had to cover That's how it goes, n***a you know the game You shoulda stayed real That's why I'm saying "f** a dead man!" You know the deal, your cap's got peeled Should I bang him? Should I k** him, should I take him from his family? (f** em, f** em!) [4X]