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Dead on arrival Swear to God I'mma kill him as if I done put my hands on the Bible Get him cause I'm liable to rock a motherfucker off especially if I get my hands on the rifle Do the damn thang Nothin' that can stop a nigga, pop a nigga off as if you are champagne Put him in the ambulance but ain't no resuscitation 'Cause he done got knocked off point blank range It's a crisis the way niggas'll pull up or shoot Last week, the streets just put him in a coupe This week, the streets just put him in a suit Six feet under with dirt on top of the roof Put him in the grave People standin' over your body and they wonderin' if his soul'll be saved Or if it has risen or if it will be forbidden by the way you was doin' shit that could've put you in prison Now you ain't with the livin', cause you wasn't the shooter or didn't know how to shoot Either way feel the fury or I'll make the block cripple Come in like a mosh pit'll Be the nigga knowin' if he bust the Glocks it'll put you up in the hospital And when you on the way And they get a look at the way that the bullets spray Everybody about to know that we don't play Makin sure that your body arrive D.O.A. Or dead on arrival (dead on arrival) SongtexteDead on arrival Dead on arrival Saw him roll up on the block and put some shots up in the head of a rival Then up on the passenger side of the vehicle he hit you with the artillery simply 'cause he didn't like you Shoulda knew not to piss him off Catch a disease of a gun cause it'll cough Better watch your mouth If you see some grown folks of a higher pedigree especially if it be your boss These lil' niggas ain't playin' Soon as you come up and start talkin' shit then they sprayin' Want you to ride in the whip then they stand Soon as they see the nigga hit then they ran Straight got jokes They don't want no part of a nigga that's comin' at 'em ambitiously with the toast Point blank range if you let 'em too close Send up for homicide, body was lookin' gross Probably off wit'cha head If him in the scene was comin' to the war Christ off, lights off And this ain't no "Walking Dead" They get rid of you, if they throw the body in the white chalk might cough No talkin' to the Feds, they hit 'em fast Try to retaliate, but they gon' get his ass And they ain't gon' be able to revive him in the ambulance They just gon' pick him up and zip him in the bag Dead on arrival Dead on arrival Dead on arrival (dead on arrival) Aus Songtexte Mania