Lucky Don - Dead To The Word lyrics
rate meDead to the world
My nigga Lucky Don
Mafia operation
It's a lifestyle
Mafia!
You already know
But for some reason
I don't know why you think
This ain't... I see rap shit
This that gangsta shit, I ain't see rap shit
The mafia, ain't no frighting in this
Probably I can't find you, I'm gone in your bitch!
It's luck and gone, I know some in the mix
See sunking the six, 3CL
Let's go!
With a crispy face, honey I look like money
With my daylight I look like sunny
What's happening, God knows
We're living in, you're rapping it partner
The shit you're rapping about clapping,
I'm back in it partner
Leave a nigga leaning, feed him position steaming
I make movies, mother fucker, you're screaming?
No, we ain't screaming!
Ain't nothing, but help him all day
I'm a Brooklyn twelve...
I was just waiting
I never felt 'em!
I had the hand made at night
I couldn't be..
What happened to sun, look...
Anywhere in the world nigga, look welcomed
I tried the... my resume
But you all wanna.. the weapon spray
OK, that's fine, it ain't a real nigga
I'm all blind, I deal whoever niggas play with mines
Yours over there I stay with mines
Chorus:
(we're dead to the world)
Isn't that cool my wrist, icy rap shit?
Is that gangsta wrist icy clap shit
Mafia, mafia, mafia
Mafia, mafia, mafia (x2)
(we're dead to the world)
We're all fresh and.. in this wrist
This the thing of... about the make of bullshit
It's real! Tell me if it gets realer than this!
Love's the... I give them my wrist, fuckers!
Been popping... they got a cork in them
I pop, see you done, put a fork in 'em
You was running from them dogs, I was walking them
welcome to the life!
Shit is a gamble, welcome to the dice!
Are you hungry? you're welcomed to a slice
Sight, fuck you, pay me,
cause I was fucked up and you was up all crazy
Late nights, I was up all crazy
Studying the hand that God gave me
Lucky Don, stand up, nigga! Let's go
Put your stamp up nigga, the mafia!
Put your camp up, nigga
All circle full of man up niggas
Can't lose, can't lie, real niggas that's fly!
Chorus:
(we're dead to the world)
Isn't that cool my wrist, icy rap shit?
Is that gangsta wrist icy clap shit
Mafia, mafia, mafia
Mafia, mafia, mafia (x2)
(we're dead to the world)
