Robert "Fonksta" Bacon - Dead Man Can't Rap lyrics

[Verse 1] It's Half Dead so a n***a gots to see d**h twice To realize that this gun ain't nothing nice The price you pay today might be your last Cause on this Eastside n***as move fast I spent too many years on the street surviving Struggle and striving on the Sunday ground conniving I got broads that can bust or break When Half Dead spank that a** with his gank Now you can say that I'm a dead man walking Cause I'm stalking, but half of my body is in the coffin I'm serving 33 years to life, I holds my mic When I rolls mother f**ers like dice The gin and juice gets me loose, I'm fly like Spruce Goose Every now and then I have to drink an deuce, deuce To maintain my composure, light up the doja Mack and kick back while I peel some caps [Hook] The moon and the sky, the concrete and dirt [?] puts in and bodies begin to jerk He looks as though he's frozen, his body's decomposing But that's the life that he's chosen Who the hell said dead men can't man rap? Who? What? Who the hell said dead man can't man rap? Who? What? (Now motherf**ers can't face the facts that I'm doing this) Who the hell said dead man can't man rap? Who? What? Who the hell said dead man can't man rap? Who? What? (Now motherf**ers can't face the facts that I'm doing this) [Verse 2] I rose to through the spot at night I got this AK 47, and black folks thinking heaven (damn) I much love depressed d**h, I step But one time ride around vest Know check it, they won't to cuff me try and to scuff me up But unlike Rocky they can't stop me Because it feels like October 30th Halloween eve, n***as get relieved And start doing dirt and putting in much work I really gives an mad f** about getting hurt So run up in my face, if you dare I got my gun in the air and I don't care, huh I put you flat on your back, your face'll crack When the nine millimeter goes smack And yeah, now how really like that? And who the hell said dead man can't rap? [Hook] The moon and the sky, the concrete and dirt [?] puts in and bodies begin to jerk He looks as though he's frozen, his body's decomposing But that's the life that he's chosen Who the hell said dead men can't man rap? Who? What? Who the hell said dead man can't man rap? Who? What? (Now motherf**ers can't face the facts that I'm doing this) Who the hell said dead man can't man rap? Who? What? Who the hell said dead man can't man rap? Who? What? (Now motherf**ers can't face the facts that I'm doing this) [Verse 3] As I return from the graveyard I'm bruised, battled and scarred But hard times giving props to hip hop Another psychedelic G funk era, pause in terror Grab your seats as I prepare the Execution, my solution, to all men Praised the duty to stay in mind that I'm in as I bend The corner sipping juice and gin Roll down the windows, let the indo smoke blow in the wind It's me, the H-A-L-F D-E-A and to the D I'm straight coming from the LBC I pocket all the dough in '94 And all y'all buster a** n***as really don't hear me though I gots to make a grip and have a extra clip So everytime me and homies are rolling to dip We can put a n***a flat on his back And who the hell say dead man can't rap [Hook] The moon and the sky, the concrete and dirt [?] puts in and bodies begin to jerk He looks as though he's frozen, his body's decomposing But that's the life that he's chosen The moon and the sky, the concrete and dirt [?] puts in and bodies begin to jerk He looks as though he's frozen, his body's decomposing But that's the life that he's chosen Who the hell said dead men can't man rap? Who? What? Who the hell said dead man can't man rap? Who? What? (Now motherf**ers can't face the facts that I'm doing this) Who the hell said dead man can't man rap? Who? What? Who the hell said dead man can't man rap? Who? What? (Now motherf**ers can't face the facts that I'm doing this) Who the hell said dead men can't man rap? Who? What? Who the hell said dead man can't man rap? Who? What? (Now motherf**ers can't face the facts that I'm doing this) Who the hell said dead man can't man rap? Who? What? Who the hell said dead man can't man rap? Who? What? (Now motherf**ers can't face the facts that I'm doing this)