Gucci Mane — Dissin The Dead

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I know my tongue is a sword, I know I should be more careful with shit that I said
I feel like I started a trend that’s never gon’ stop, they gon’ keep dissing the dead
None of this shit no pretend, this shit so for real, a nigga get shot in the head
Young nigga wicked on pills and going on drills, we need to stop dissing the dead
I know my tongue is a sword, I know I should be more careful with shit that I said
I feel like I started a trend that’s never gon’ stop, they gon’ keep dissing the dead
None of this shit no pretend, this shit so for real, a nigga get shot in the head
Young nigga wicked on pills and going on drills, we need to stop dissing the dead

We need to stop killing each other
The innocent children get hit, people’s sisters and brothers
That’s what the preacher man said to his mother
Traumatized child so he piss on the covers
Everything sweet ’til it happen to them
My youngin like Shaq and he play above the rim
Don’t aim for the team, bullets knock off your limbs
Can’t even go to school ’cause they shot up the gym
Considered it lucky he walk with a limp
They’d be happy you’re walking at all
Don’t bring up my name if a killing involved
These niggas be 12 but be breaking the law
Nigga diss me and we [?]
Went in his pocket and went in his car
All the subliminals pissing me off
My shooters on call and I pass them the ball
Why should I cap ’bout my name on a song?
I’m the one put your boy name on a stone
I dissed the dead and I knew it was wrong
But I’m shooting like DaBaby if they break in my home
Chopper so close that I’m never alone
Gucci strapped up like Sylvester Stalone
First they call you a god then they call you a clone
But my plug tryna bring the dope in on a drone

I know my tongue is a sword, I know I should be more careful with shit that I said
I feel like I started a trend that’s never gon’ stop, they gon’ keep dissing the dead
None of this shit no pretend, this shit so for real, a nigga get shot in the head
Young nigga wicked on pills and going on drills, we need to stop dissing the dead
I know my tongue is a sword, I know I should be more careful with shit that I said
I feel like I started a trend that’s never gon’ stop, they gon’ keep dissing the dead
None of this shit no pretend, this shit so for real, a nigga get shot in the head
Young nigga wicked on pills and going on drills, we need to stop dissing the dead

I don’t preach to no one, I just lead by example
When I was a jit, I thought life was a gamble
You catch a charge now your life is in shambles
Daddy in jail but your son need them pampers
You telling the cops ’cause you giving ’em clues
Your face on the news just to get you some views
Watch the shit now that you say in the booth
‘Cause niggas get knocked and start telling the truth
Put me in your mentions to get some attention
These niggas be gimmicks tryna make up an image
He dissing and wishing somebody would listen
But niggas’ll snitch on they self in a minute
Free all my artists, let them out of prison
Don’t make the wrong move and get took opposition
Put ’em on game and I hope that they listen
Don’t trick your whole life away like a magician
You can’t stand the heat, you best get out the kitchen
Them niggas you with, they turn government witness
Choppers and switches, they really be tripping
In elementary too big for his britches
ARs and Glocks on my road to the riches
And this ain’t a speech and I’m no politician
Thieves in the street dead up over some bitches
So get in your bag and please stay out your business

I know my tongue is a sword, I know I should be more careful with shit that I said
I feel like I started a trend that’s never gon’ stop, they gon’ keep dissing the dead
None of this shit no pretend, this shit so for real, a nigga get shot in the head
Young nigga wicked on pills and going on drills, we need to stop dissing the dead
I know my tongue is a sword, I know I should be more careful with shit that I said
I feel like I started a trend that’s never gon’ stop, they gon’ keep dissing the dead
None of this shit no pretend, this shit so for real, a nigga get shot in the head
Young nigga wicked on pills and going on drills, we need to stop dissing the dead