Dead 4 Life Songtext
von Sicx

Come closer, come closer, come look inside a nigga head
Dead for life, ain′t no need for me to think twice
Look for that gat but I just can't find it
Fuck it, never mind it and since I′m devil-blinded
I plot me another way to end this shit
If my gat can't do it then I guess I gotta roll through it
Look to that mirror and I think of the pain

Voices from a devil and it drove a nigga insane
Now I'm all up in that forty-ouncer, thinkin about my gat
I heard my forty-four callin up for me in that back
Kickin with that Manson mind
And now my blood′s on the wall, all I can say is it′s about time


Lookin up from my gravesite
First scene from a motherfucker dead for life
What do I see? My baby mama suckin up on another dick
Fuckin my bitch cause my death made my woman rich
She never really gave a fuck
And when my check came through guess who got that first buck?
Ashes to ashes to dust to my bankbook
Who woulda thought that my baby moms was a crook?
As for my son, my little young one's got no food to eat
Cause his moms always in that street

Poor little O.G
And I′m thinkin to myself he never really got to know me

Lookin up from my gravesite

Second scene from a motherfucker dead for life
What do I see? Moms gonna choke from the smoke that she be blowin

Them wasted years but not knowin
That no matter what, whatever happen let it happen

But after what that pipe say that's when them tears start flowin
When them years start growin, sho′, yo
The fear of her layin right next to me
And up on that note that one little rock get lit up
Hit up, gonna toke that shit up
Too much to take, need to make that blast last
But she spliff too fast, how come moms won't get up?
Is it cause that lip been did up
By too much cut up in that stuff that she can′t even sit up?
Fit up in her own clothes cause she smokin bones


Mama gone, drama on but then no one knows
What she done been through, what she got herself up into
What's in the past to make her blast up, must have been rough

Crack monster ain't nuttin nice
That′s what I see, layin hella deep

That nigga dead for life

That nigga′s dead for life

Dead for life

And as they say, life after death

Little angels with wings comin down to bring you up
To your maker, seein all them people you missed

Hearin bout them good things and what that future brings
But what I see ain't nuttin what they told me
Ain′t no God in sight and no shinin light
And my dead daddy still in the box
Cold as a motherfuck, still moldin like a motherfuck
And to think we believed in that shit
Heaven ain't nuttin but a casket
And bout that devil, that so-called devil
Ain′t nuttin but a man with his hand on that shovel

And all them Sundays dressed in my best church clothes
Them shoes always hurtin my toes

And now I'm dead as life goes on
Until they die, goes on until they lie up in that grave with me
Maybe if we all wish hard enough

All that stuff about that God might come true
Cause if not we finally gonna rot up in that grave
Ain′t no chance to change your ways
Dead for life