Big Shot Dead Lyrics - Gravediggaz

[Intro: Frukwan] 

Check it out... check it out.. 

Yo.. yo... yo 

[Chorus x2: Frukwan] 

Little Johnny Walker Red, 2 to the head 

Big shot, slingin' crack and rocks, found dead 

Some say it was the cops 

Mothers said it was our brothers on the block 

[Frukwan] 

Yo, makin' stacks of cash money, feel the drama drop 

CREAM of the crop, I keep it hot 

Feel the rhyme in it, dominant, fake ass talkin' 

Muthafuckas fuck the wine, get ya mind open 

So he wanna sail with the six pack? 

Cork his thought, shit to muzzle, chase a trouble, pass, guzzle 

It's lookin' bad, sellin' every fuckin' thing that he had 

Osirus, weak ass computer virus 

The vintage fighter, Johnny United 

Claim to be the finest heavyweight, walkin' Empire State 

Livin' lavish, but in exaggerate of lust 

Funds way to the tongues, no excuse for bigger guns 

Rendevous makin' moves, the physical endevour 

Hypin' fright, kill and excite, my P. defender 

Rended you in comp, like a hundred niggas when they stomp 

Muthafuckas get stomped, what? 

[Chorus x2] 

[Frukwan] 

Yo, watch when brothers get ill, I knew that 

Pain and repurcuss', bust, bust, no discuss 

Rush in position to blaze, stard bustin' 

Circumstance put you in a panic, hold ya cannon 

Fox 5, got ya hangin' from the wire 

Where the debris trunks, pieces of lead heat up ya body 

In six to avenge what it is, when a brother gets shell shocked 

Figure enemies paradox 

The tense, relentless, never end this 

The scandal was assault and bust the vault 

Brothers that fought, at ease 

Crash the 'ment, just to free up butts 

Lookin' forward and to livin' it up 

Five/six deep, followin' Jeeps and ordernents 

Weapon supply, fugitive spies, subordinants 

Smoke screen, three brothers done lost their lives 

From the team, while gettin' get caught up in the government scheme 

[Chorus x2] 

[Frukwan] 

Yo, brace the armor, face the cap slugs in your back 

We escape, through the labryinth, hope 

Battle is skilled decision, act of precision 

The coke was depth bein' the only one left 

Couldn't divide the rules skated with the jewels 

Lay low with pesos, chronic and blow 

Add a couple stunts, and his trail got cold 

Headed straight for the block when he drove his Rolls 

Seen and heard, yo, word, give me the four 

Point blank at the tank, empty clip at the dour 

Slow your roll, the pain was too immense to run 

Knew that his time would come, top issue 

Branded by a government official 

The boys in blue, Paparazzi circled the block 

Rounded up six cats whose phones were tapped 

Still frontin', nobody knew nothin', yo! 

[Chorus x2]