| Song | Dead Men Tell No Lies |
| Artist | Compton's Most Wanted |
| Album | Music To Driveby |
| 作词 : Allen, MC Eiht, Tyler | |
| I been quiet for too ****ing long so now its time to break the silence. | |
| I start with the killing so **** stopping the violence. | |
| I got something for your monkey ass. so peep. | |
| Better yet like a stray dog i put your ass to sleep. | |
| No more faking and taking my snaps. | |
| Sorry fool, eiht goin' step 'n get the straps. | |
| Geah, i puts my work in and **** up your shit. | |
| Now you gotta bow down and suck a fat dick. | |
| Mmm. i guess thats what you get when you try to play. | |
| Try to come up with that muther****ing he say. | |
| Or she say, or what the **** did that fool say? | |
| Punk bitch, i'll mop that ass up anyway. | |
| Dont misbehave, cause you'll be a slave. | |
| Another fronting muther****er in a early grave. | |
| Geah, you got over fool because your ass was sly. | |
| But a dead nigga tell no lies. | |
| [killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop... x2] | |
| Another fool on my shit list. | |
| And now the punk bitch wanna play games. | |
| No competition so i'll mention no ****ing names. | |
| Just like a rat, she likes to squeel. | |
| But you squeeled on the e, so whats the deal? | |
| Geah, you spread rumours for humour g. | |
| But the shit aint funny, so humour me. | |
| And um, aint no more of your bullshit i'm having. | |
| Geah, tired of the ****ing back stabbing. | |
| Soul in the bozac, as i stack. | |
| To your jaw i start to mack. like a fool don't clap. | |
| And um, it aint over till the fat bitch spit. | |
| Well the fat bitch is about to spit shit. | |
| To save your sorry ass from the mash. | |
| So who really gives a **** if i tap that but. | |
| So um, when your ass is gone, they'll wonder why. | |
| But a dead nigga tell no lies. | |
| [killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop... x4] | |
| [ran through the rooms and went pop, pop, pop.] | |
| Get ready for the last muther****ing trip. | |
| As i pop in another muther****ing clip. | |
| Geah, one more busta, another mark. | |
| Fool your kinda fake, talking about you ****ed the eiht. | |
| Damn, another sorry bitch with some street slang. | |
| Peel his cap cause we aint from the same gang. | |
| Talking about you'll shoot the eiht from the top of the tree. | |
| Nigga please, i might drop you to your ****ing knees. | |
| Try to lay low, but you know you can't escape. | |
| Why'd you have to diss me on your underground tape. | |
| Now you hang your shit up on a shelf. | |
| Didn't you know, you'd be ****ing your own self. | |
| Quick draw mcgraw, on the ****ing draw. | |
| As you scheme on my team i take 2 to your jaw. | |
| Geah, you got over fool, but you know why. | |
| Cause a dead nigga tell no lies. | |
| [killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop... x2] | |
| [ran through the rooms and went pop, pop, pop.] | |
| Geah, eihthype in a muther****ing effect. | |
| For the nine deuce to get loose. | |
| My nigga mike t is in the house. dj slips in the muther****ing house. | |
| My nigga 'times in the house, rick's in the house. | |
| My nigga chill's in the house, boom bams in the house. | |
| And we outta here.... |
| zuò cí : Allen, MC Eiht, Tyler | |
| I been quiet for too ing long so now its time to break the silence. | |
| I start with the killing so stopping the violence. | |
| I got something for your monkey ass. so peep. | |
| Better yet like a stray dog i put your ass to sleep. | |
| No more faking and taking my snaps. | |
| Sorry fool, eiht goin' step ' n get the straps. | |
| Geah, i puts my work in and up your shit. | |
| Now you gotta bow down and suck a fat dick. | |
| Mmm. i guess thats what you get when you try to play. | |
| Try to come up with that muther ing he say. | |
| Or she say, or what the did that fool say? | |
| Punk bitch, i' ll mop that ass up anyway. | |
| Dont misbehave, cause you' ll be a slave. | |
| Another fronting muther er in a early grave. | |
| Geah, you got over fool because your ass was sly. | |
| But a dead nigga tell no lies. | |
| killed off the sucker right there he didn' t stop... x2 | |
| Another fool on my shit list. | |
| And now the punk bitch wanna play games. | |
| No competition so i' ll mention no ing names. | |
| Just like a rat, she likes to squeel. | |
| But you squeeled on the e, so whats the deal? | |
| Geah, you spread rumours for humour g. | |
| But the shit aint funny, so humour me. | |
| And um, aint no more of your bullshit i' m having. | |
| Geah, tired of the ing back stabbing. | |
| Soul in the bozac, as i stack. | |
| To your jaw i start to mack. like a fool don' t clap. | |
| And um, it aint over till the fat bitch spit. | |
| Well the fat bitch is about to spit shit. | |
| To save your sorry ass from the mash. | |
| So who really gives a if i tap that but. | |
| So um, when your ass is gone, they' ll wonder why. | |
| But a dead nigga tell no lies. | |
| killed off the sucker right there he didn' t stop... x4 | |
| ran through the rooms and went pop, pop, pop. | |
| Get ready for the last muther ing trip. | |
| As i pop in another muther ing clip. | |
| Geah, one more busta, another mark. | |
| Fool your kinda fake, talking about you ed the eiht. | |
| Damn, another sorry bitch with some street slang. | |
| Peel his cap cause we aint from the same gang. | |
| Talking about you' ll shoot the eiht from the top of the tree. | |
| Nigga please, i might drop you to your ing knees. | |
| Try to lay low, but you know you can' t escape. | |
| Why' d you have to diss me on your underground tape. | |
| Now you hang your shit up on a shelf. | |
| Didn' t you know, you' d be ing your own self. | |
| Quick draw mcgraw, on the ing draw. | |
| As you scheme on my team i take 2 to your jaw. | |
| Geah, you got over fool, but you know why. | |
| Cause a dead nigga tell no lies. | |
| killed off the sucker right there he didn' t stop... x2 | |
| ran through the rooms and went pop, pop, pop. | |
| Geah, eihthype in a muther ing effect. | |
| For the nine deuce to get loose. | |
| My nigga mike t is in the house. dj slips in the muther ing house. | |
| My nigga ' times in the house, rick' s in the house. | |
| My nigga chill' s in the house, boom bams in the house. | |
| And we outta here.... |