Restricted US - DEAD MEN DON'T TALK Lyrics

Talk to me sideways and I'll empty out the f*cking mag
This bitch thinks he's the shit he'll end up in a bodybag
You don't want no f*cking smoke
Run your mouth I hope you choke
Fist to your face let your ego disintegrate
Running your mouth will leave you lying in the streets
Fake f*cking punk such a punchable face
Pick your teeth up off of the pavement
Packs on top of packs breath in the smoke of all my enemies
F*ck boy talking tough we pop the trunk on his whole family
Test me and my crew we play no games we bust your f*cking lip
Reputations ruined in the moment that you f*cked with me
Talk to me sideways and ill empty out the f*cking mag
This bitch thinks he's the shit he'll wind up in a bodybag
You don't want no f*cking smoke
Run your mouth I hope you choke
Blood spilt on the pavement while your homies run the other way
Truth is y'all ain't with that shit this ain't the game you wanna play
Shut the f*ck up walk away there's nothing left for you to say
Eat shit die bitch time for you to f*cking pay
Bounty on your f*cking head
Crawl back into your hole you f*cking snake
Eat a f*cking brick you pussy
Dead men don't talk
Stay in the f*cking dirt