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If dead men could talk Lyricsby 50 Cent Buy album CD: Other Songs FR - MAG [50 talking] Hold up. Son, them niggas know who hit that nigga son. (I know I kno...) How the fuck we gon know who hit em, and they don't know who hit him. The hood talkin man everybody know. (I know its fucked up) Now I lay thee down to sleep, niggas tryin' to lay me down wit heat, if I should die do' before i awake i pray my lord my soul to take... [Verse 1] If dead men could talk in your sleep And your homie told u who got him Would you have the heart to shoot the nigga that shot him Or would you start switchin up You think about the penitentiary, your bitchin up? What if he said money aint everything The hood raised us wrong What it takes to get your money long But look I'm gone Would that touch your heart have you feelin funny inside Would that be enough to make your punk ass ride What if he gave you a lil list of things to do Said he wouldn't have to die He could live through you Would you load your gats and get ready ro ride Or would you lock the door at your crib and hide It's a cold world even when it's hot outside Wether sunshine or rain, you still feel pain Hit him cause he was your strength Now you in a daze Your homie turnin over in his grave Cause you PUSSY! [Hook] Ya know who killed him! Ya know who killed him! Ya know who killed him! (Ride!) Ya know who killed him! Ya know who killed him! Ya know who killed him! (Ride!) [Verse 2] Them boys smoked your homie You aint gon do nothin back Not even if he told you, you next to get clapped It don't take much for them shells to make the best of you Your peoples probably gon cremate and burn the rest of you You done did too much dirt to try and make it to heaven Nigga is you down for this 1-8-7 When you reach the pearly gates How you gon explain You gonna try and tell God you've been framed Ya'll did everything together, he was your dog Now you uptown coppin and he in the morgue Them niggas he gave pacs to they kept the cake His sister and baby momma talkin to Jake Da' niggas that rocked him they came to the wake But they come inside they sat out in the ride At the funeral homicide all in the buisness Walkin round askin niggas to tell em who did it Niggas is throwin' blows now you ready to rumble? Thirsty niggas an animal, the hood is a jungle Broke nigga will body someone over a bundle Man a three year old kid in my hood know what a gun do [Hook to fade
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