Indo G - Dead Men Don't Talk lyrics

Feat. Project Pat (Hook x4, Project Pat & [Indo G]) Got'chu layin in ya blood, got'cho body in the chalk Caught'chu slippin after dark [Dead men don't talk] (Verse 1, Indo G) I'm oh-so oh-so fresh, when I send shots on my block And I'm somewhat f**in coool, clientele won't stop Five for the fifth, or just ten for the pill n***as chill as I slides to the side, Coupe DeVille Peel caps on a busta, see hes a stupid motherf**a Talkin sh** about my business, you best to duck I got'chu on the infrared, in a mess; where you goin I hope you got nine lives cause you bodies will have holes in and out Pull ups on Johnson, yo I stacks up and chill Come on just let us buy, just some twenty dollar bills Is you is or is you ain't the D.E.A. or cluckers? Hope you ain't them folks, cause you some dead motherf**as That's all a n***a know, is a pocket full of bolos Fresh sparklin b*tch, so motherfu*k some Polo's I'll never get a job, it's too much cheese in my hood As long as I'm bout my hustle, I'm a n***a up to no good (Hook x4, Project Pat & [Indo G]) Got'chu layin in ya blood, got'cho body in the chalk Caught'chu slippin after dark [Dead men don't talk] (Verse 2, Project Pat) A million, a million Project was a million Bullet slugs, I drilled them Do I have to k** them? Peel them, domes to the back, just to protect mine Will them, cowards get the ups on me with the nine? Draw yo iron, if you think that you is a deadly kid Shot you why you wantin, now get off, see now what'chu did Gots the kid gone and with us, 'fore them police bust Car fulla that dope, I'm the shooter with the dirty Ruger Do you bow down like a fool, and become a snitch? Workin for the Feds, man you lames Let the hammer twist, back motherf**as crushin heads like some grapes Point blank motherf**a, mask out, thirty-eight demonstration Third point state in the nation, where I live But I've seen more dope than a Haitian Floatin, in the city streets, keep yo eyes closed You ain't seen sh**, or your mouth hit these bullet holes (Hook x4, Project Pat & [Indo G]) Got'chu layin in ya blood, got'cho body in the chalk Caught'chu slippin after dark [Dead men don't talk] (Verse 3) Comin straight from the hood dude This n***a they call Ms. Smokey mayn Evil thoughts is in my head, sometimes I feel I'm insane Creepin up outta the dark with no heart, now it's time to k** Hit me a scope, now I have hope, bullets you know this sh** so real Have no anger, torture chamber, now yo life's in f**in danger Dead men don't walk, and they sure in the hell don't talk First they told it me, then they tellin me Next they plannin, hopin to strip me from my life God give me sanity And in my mind, I'm racin, still racin Chargin for the outcome, but it's d**h I'm facin And too deep callin, no stallin; chicken steps Remorse is wealth as I breath my last breath Word, a n***a murdered on the streets by that heat No witness to witness this, or the police f** it I guess, I'm dead A n***a reserve my head, promise to k** the body with the spread (Hook x2 to fade, Project Pat & [Indo G]) Got'chu layin in ya blood, got'cho body in the chalk Caught'chu slippin after dark [Dead men don't talk]