Dead Men Tell No Lies Lyrics - Singles - Compton's Most Wanted

I been quiet for too fucking long so now its time to break the silence 

I start with the killing so fuck 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 fuck 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 mutherfucking he say 

Or she say, or what the fuck did that fool say? 

Punk bitch, I'll mop that ass up anyway 

Dont misbehave, cause you'll be a slave 

Another fronting mutherfucker 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 

Killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop 

Another fool on my shit list 

And now the punk bitch wanna play games 

No competition so I'll mention no fucking 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 fucking 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 fuck 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 

Killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop 

Killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop 

Killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop 

Ran through the rooms and went pop, pop, pop 

Get ready for the last mutherfucking trip 

As I pop in another mutherfucking clip 

Geah, one more busta, another mark 

Fool your kinda fake, talking about you fucked 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 fucking 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 fucking your own self 

Quick draw McGraw, on the fucking draw 

As you scheme on my team I take two 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 

Killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop 

Ran through the rooms and went pop, pop, pop 

Geah, Eihthype in a mutherfucking effect 

For the nine deuce to get loose 

My nigga Mike T is in the house. Dj Slips in the mutherfucking 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