50 Cent - If Dead Men Could Talk (Lyrics)

Hold up

Son them niggas know who hit that nigga son (I know, I know)

They - how the fuck, we gon' know who hit him, and they don't know who hit him?

The hood talking man, everybody know! (I know, it's fucked up)


Now I lay thee down to sleep

Niggas try and lay me down with heat

And if I should die though before I awake

I pray my Lord my soul to take


If dead men could talk in your sleep your homey told you who got him

Would you have the heart to shoot the nigga that shot him? (Huh?)

Or would you start switching up

You thinking 'bout the penitentiary and bitching up?

What if he said money ain't everything, the hood raised us wrong

All jux'll get your money long but look here I'm gone

Would that touch your heart? Have you feeling funny inside?

Would that be enough to make your punk-ass ride?

What if he gave you a little list of things to do?

Said he wouldn't have to die, he could live through you

Would you load the gats, and get ready to ride

Or would you lock the door at yo' crib and hide?

It's a cold world even when it's hot outside

Whether sunshine or rain, you still feel pain

Hit him 'cause he was your strength, now you in a daze

Your homey turning over in his grave... 'cause you pussy!


"Y'all know who killed 'em, filled up" - B.I.G.

"Y'all know who killed 'em, filled up" - B.I.G.

"Y'all know who killed 'em, filled up" - B.I.G.

"Y'all know who killed 'em, filled up with the lugers from they Rugers or they Desert"

(Right!)

"Y'all know who killed 'em, filled up" - B.I.G.

"Y'all know who killed 'em, filled up" - B.I.G.

"Y'all know who killed 'em, filled up" - B.I.G.

"Y'all know who killed 'em, filled up with the lugers from they Rugers or they Desert"

(Right!)


Them boys smoked your homey, ye ain't gon' do nothing 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 gon' probably 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 gon' try and tell God you've been framed?

Y'all did everything together, he was your dog

Now you Uptown copping, and he in the morgue

Them niggas he gave packs to, they kept the cake

His sister and his baby momma talking to Jake (uh-huh)

Niggas that rocked him, they came to the wake

But they ain't come inside, they sat out in the ride

At the funeral, homicide all in the business

Walking 'round asking niggas to tell 'em who did it

Niggas is throwing blows now you ready to rumble?

Thirsty niggas are animals, the hood is a jungle

Broke nigga'll body something over a bundle

Man a three-year-old kid in my hood know what a gun do


"Y'all know who killed 'em, filled up" - B.I.G.

"Y'all know who killed 'em, filled up" - B.I.G.

"Y'all know who killed 'em, filled up" - B.I.G.

"Y'all know who killed 'em, filled up with the lugers from they Rugers or they Desert"

(Right!)

"Y'all know who killed 'em, filled up" - B.I.G.

"Y'all know who killed 'em, filled up" - B.I.G.

"Y'all know who killed 'em, filled up" - B.I.G.

"Y'all know who killed 'em, filled up with the lugers from they Rugers or they Desert"

(Right!)


Sha Money, XL!

Shadyville, teamwork, music