If Dead Men Could Talk Lyrics - God's Plan - 50 Cent

Hold up son, them niggas know 

Who hit that nigga, son 

(I know, I know) 

How the fuck we gon' know who hit 'em 

And they don't know who hit him 

The hood talkin' man everybody know 

(I know it's fucked up) 

Now I lay thee down to sleep 

Niggas tryin' to lay me down with heat 

If I should die do' before I awake 

I pray my Lord my soul to take 

If dead men could talk in your sleep 

And your homie told you who got him 

Would you have the heart to shoot the nigga that shot him 

Or would you start switchin' up? 

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You think about the penitentiary, your bitchin' up? 

What if he said money ain't everything 

The hood raised us wrong 

What it takes to get your money long 

But look I'm gone 

Would that touch your heart have you feelin' funny inside 

Would that be enough to make your punk ass ride 

What if he gave you a li'l list of things to do 

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

Would you load your gats and get ready ro ride 

Or would you lock the door at your 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 homie turnin' over in his grave 

'Cause you pussy 

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Ya know who killed him 

Ya know who killed him 

Ya know who killed him 

(Ride) 

Ya know who killed him 

Ya know who killed him 

Ya know who killed him 

(Ride) 

Them boys smoked your homie 

You ain't gon' do nothin' 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 probably gon' 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 gonna try and tell God you've been framed 

Y'all did everything together, he was your dog 

Now you uptown coppin' and he in the morgue 

Them niggas he gave pacs to they kept the cake 

His sister and baby momma talkin' to Jake 

Da' niggas that rocked him they came to the wake 

But they come inside, they sat out in the ride 

At the funeral, homicide, all in the business 

Walkin' 'round askin' niggas to tell 'em who did it 

Niggas is throwin' blows, now you ready to rumble? 

Thirsty niggas an animal, the hood is a jungle 

Broke nigga, will body someone over a bundle 

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

Ya know who killed him 

Ya know who killed him 

Ya know who killed him 

(Ride) 

Ya know who killed him 

Ya know who killed him 

Ya know who killed him 

(Ride) 

Ya know who killed him 

Ya know who killed him 

Ya know who killed him 

(Ride) 

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