Gucci Mane - Dissin the Dead (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Gucci Mane - Dissin the Dead (en) Lyrics
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I know my tongue is a sword
I know I should be more careful
with shit that I said
I feel like I started a trend
that's never gon' stop
They gon' keep dissing the dead
None of this shit no pretend
This shit so for real, a nigga
get shot in the head
Young nigga wigging on pills
and going on drills
We need to stop dissing the dead
We need to stop killing each other
The innocent children get hit,
people's sisters and brothers
That's what the preacher
man said to his mother
Traumatized child, so he
piss on the covers
Everything sweet 'til
it happen to them
My youngin like Shaq and
he play 'bove the rim
Don't aim for the Timb, bullets
knock off your limbs
Can't even go to school 'cause
they shot up the gym
Considered it lucky you
walk with a limp
Better be happy you're walking at all
Don't bring up my name
if a killing involved
These niggas be 12, but
be breaking the law
Nigga diss me and we went in his jaw
Went in his pocket and went in his car
All the subliminals pissing me off
My shooters on call and
I pass 'em the ball
Why should I cap 'bout
my name on a song?
I'm the one put your
boy name on a stone
I dissed the dead and
I know I was wrong
But I'm shooting like DaBaby,
they break in my home
Chopper so close that I'm never alone
Gucci strapped up like
Sylvester Stallone
First they call you a god, then
they call you a clone
But my plug tryna bring
the dope in on a drone
I don't preach to no one,
I just lead by example
When I was a jit, I thought
life was a gamble
You catch a charge now your
life is in shambles
Daddy in jail but your
son need them pampers
You telling the cops 'cause
you giving 'em clues
Your face on the news just
to get you some views
Watch the shit now that
you say in the booth
'Cause niggas get knocked and
start telling the truth
Put me in your mentions
to get some attention
These niggas be gimmicks
tryna make up an image
He dissing and wishing
somebody would listen
But niggas'll snitch on
they self in a minute
Free all my artists, let
them out of prison
Don't make the wrong move
and get took opposition
Put 'em on game and I hope
that they listen
Don't trick your whole life
away like a magician
You can't stand the heat, you
best get out the kitchen
Them niggas you with, they
turn government witness
Choppers and switches, they
really be tripping
In elementary too big for his britches
ARs and Glocks on my
road to the riches
And this ain't a speech
and I'm no politician
Thieves in the street dead
up over some bitches
So get in your bag and please
stay out your business
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