Compton’s Most Wanted Dead Men Tell No Lies Lyrics

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I been quiet for too ****ing long so now its time to break the silence.
I start with the killing so **** stopping the violence.
I got something for your monkey ***. So peep.
Better yet like a stray dog I put your *** to sleep.
No more faking and taking my snaps.
Sorry fool, Eiht goin' step 'n get the straps.
Geah, I puts my work in and **** up your ****.
Now you gotta bow down and suck a fat ****.
Mmm. I guess that's what you get when you try to play.
Try to come up with that muther****ing he say.
Or she say, or what the **** did that fool say?
Punk *****, I'll mop that *** up anyway.
don't misbehave, cause you'll be a slave.
Another fronting muther****er in a early grave.
Geah, you got over fool because your *** was sly.
But a dead ***** tell no lies.

[killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop... X2]

Another fool on my **** list.
And now the punk ***** want to play games.
No competition so I'll mention no ****ing names.
Just like a rat, she likes to squeel.
But you squeeled on the E, so what's the deal?
Geah, you spread rumours for humour G.
But the **** ain't funny, so humour me.
And um, ain't no more of your bullshit I'm having.
Geah, Tired of the ****ing back stabbing.
Soul in the bozac, as I stack.
To your jaw I start to mack. Like a fool don't clap.
And um, it ain't over till the fat ***** spit.
Well the fat ***** is about to spit ****.
To save your sorry *** from the mash.
So who really gives a **** if I tap that but.
So um, when your *** is gone, they'll wonder why.
But a dead ***** tell no lies.

[killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop... X4]
[Ran through the rooms and went pop, pop, pop.]

Get ready for the last muther****ing trip.
As I pop in another muther****ing clip.
Geah, one more busta, another mark.
Fool your kinda fake, talking about you ****ed the Eiht.
Damn, another sorry ***** with some street slang.
Peel his cap cause we ain't from the same gang.
Talking about you'll shoot the Eiht from the top of the tree.
***** please, I might drop you to your ****ing knees.
Try to lay low, but you know you can't escape.
Why'd you have to diss me on your underground tape.
Now you hang your **** up on a shelf.
Didn't you know, you'd be ****ing your own self.
Quick draw McGraw, on the ****ing draw.
As you scheme on my team I take 2 to your jaw.
Geah, you got over fool, but you know why.
Cause a dead ***** tell no lies.

[killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop... X2]
[Ran through the rooms and went pop, pop, pop.]

Geah, Eihthype in a muther****ing effect.
For the nine deuce to get loose.
My ***** Mike T is in the house. Dj Slips in the muther****ing house.
My ***** 'Times in the house, Rick's in the house.
My ***** Chill's in the house, Boom Bams in the house.
And we outta here....

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