[00:00.000] 作曲 : Lil' 1/2 Dead
[00:13.518]It's Half Dead so a nigga gots to see death twice
[00:16.052]To realize that this gun ain't nothing nice
[00:18.942]The price you pay today might be your last
[00:21.997]Cause on this Eastside niggas move fast
[00:25.196]I spent too many years on the street surviving
[00:28.489]Struggle and striving on the Sunday ground conniving
[00:31.654]I got broads that can bust or break
[00:34.349]When Half Dead spank that ass with his gank
[00:37.184]Now you can say that I'm a dead man walking
[00:39.713]Cause I'm stalking, but half of my body is in the coffin
[00:43.092]I'm serving 33 years to life, I holds my mic
[00:46.165]When I rolls mother ****ers like dice
[00:49.766]The gin and juice gets me loose, I'm fly like Spruce Goose
[00:52.270]Every now and then I have to drink an deuce, deuce
[00:55.421]To maintain my composure, light up the doja
[00:58.683]Mack and kick back while I peel some caps
[01:01.434]The moon and the sky, the concrete and dirt
[01:05.403]Work is puts in and bodies begin to jerk
[01:07.404]He looks as though he's frozen, his body's decomposing
[01:11.125]But that's the life that he's chosen
[01:14.093]Who the hell said dead men can't man rap? Who? What?
[01:19.994]Who the hell said dead man can't man rap? Who? What?
[01:24.250](Now mother****ers can't face the facts that I'm doing this)
[01:26.161]Who the hell said dead man can't man rap? Who? What?
[01:31.577]Who the hell said dead man can't man rap? Who? What?
[01:36.136](Now mother****ers can't face the facts that I'm doing this)
[01:37.725]I rose to through the spot at night
[01:39.917]I got this AK 47, and black folks thinking heaven (damn)
[01:43.961]I much love depressed death, I step
[01:46.937]But one time ride around vest
[01:49.384]Know check it, they won't to cuff me try and to scuff me up
[01:52.700]But unlike Rocky they can't stop me
[01:55.940]Because it feels like October 30th
[01:58.621]Halloween eve, niggas get relieved
[02:02.308]And start doing dirt and putting in much work
[02:04.913]I really gives an mad **** about getting hurt
[02:08.081]So run up in my face, if you dare
[02:10.669]I got my gun in the air and I don't care, huh
[02:13.904]I put you flat on your back, your face'll crack
[02:17.345]When the nine millimeter goes smack
[02:19.920]And yeah, now how really like that?
[02:22.436]And who the hell said dead man can't rap?
[02:25.942]The moon and the sky, the concrete and dirt
[02:28.897]Work is puts in and bodies begin to jerk
[02:31.613]He looks as though he's frozen, his body's decomposing
[02:35.892]But that's the life that he's chosen
[02:38.004]Who the hell said dead men can't man rap? Who? What?
[02:43.650]Who the hell said dead man can't man rap? Who? What?
[02:48.817](Now mother****ers can't face the facts that I'm doing this)
[02:50.080]Who the hell said dead man can't man rap? Who? What?
[02:55.929]Who the hell said dead man can't man rap? Who? What?
[02:59.196](Now mother****ers can't face the facts that I'm doing this)
[03:01.692]As I return from the graveyard I'm bruised, battled and scarred
[03:04.593]But hard times giving props to hip hop
[03:07.804]Another psychedelic G funk era, pause in terror
[03:11.836]Grab your seats as I prepare the
[03:14.050]Execution, my solution, to all men
[03:17.157]Praised the duty to stay in mind that I'm in as I bend
[03:20.692]The corner sipping juice and gin
[03:22.586]Roll down the windows, let the indo smoke blow in the wind
[03:25.640]It's me, the H-A-L-F D-E-A and to the D
[03:29.328]I'm straight coming from the LBC
[03:31.953]I pocket all the dough in '94
[03:34.308]And all y'all buster ass niggas really don't hear me though
[03:38.408]I gots to make a grip and have a extra clip
[03:41.256]So everytime me and homies are rolling to dip
[03:44.330]We can put a nigga flat on his back
[03:46.724]And who the hell say dead man can't rap