If Dead Men Could Talk Lyrics - God's Plan (with 50 Cent) - G-unit

[50 talking] 

Hold up,son. Yo them niggas know who hit that nigga son. 

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 its fucked up) 

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[Verse 1] 

If dead men could talk in your sleep 

And your homie told u who got him 

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

Or would you start switchin up 

You think about the penitentiary, your bitchin up? 

What if he said money aint everything 

The hood raised us wrong 

What it takes to get your money (?) 

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 lil 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 

Wether sunshine or rain, you still feel pain 

Hid him cause he was your strength 

Now you in a dave 

Your homie turnin over in his grave 

Cause you PUSSY! 

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[Hook] 

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!) 

[Verse 2] 

Them boys smoked your homie 

You aint 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 

Ya'll did everything together, he was your dog 

Now you uptown coppin and he in the morgue 

Them niggas he gave caps to they kept the cake 

His sister and baby momma talkin to Jake 

The 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 buisness 

Walkin round askin niggas to tell em who did it 

Niggas gon blow dis now you ready to rumble 

Thirst nigga is 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 

[Hook to fade]