G-unit If Dead Men Could Talk Lyrics

If Dead Men Could Talk Lyrics

[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)



[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!



[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]