Dead Man Walkin - Dutch and Spade feat. Beanie Mac
This record is just goes hard. I remember listening to this on a DJ Clue tape and could not stop bobbing my head. I had kind of heard of Dutch and Spade before through Major Figgas but certainly could not name a song of theirs. Having fellow Philadelphian the Broad Street Bully on the track only added to the hardcore-ed-ness of the whole affair.
The version I found on You Tube has a bit more variation in the beat than the the Clue tape version so I am trying to find a good way get that version on here.
[Intro]
You think Philly cats won't snap on your mothafuckin ass
Huh, you think we won't pull these hammers out and do what we do, nigga
We live this, nigga. We don't just talk it, we live it
Muthafucka take it to the streets, that's all I can say
Take it to the muthafuckin streets, give me more nigga
[Hook]x2
You a deadman walkin
Have you like, "Damn, why am I in this coffin?"
Nigga, I live the life that you talkin
I hold the heat, you a muthafuckin target
You better duck bitch
[Spade]
He the dead man, hear this fuck talkin in Fed land
He want me murdered, so shit when I heard it
I thought the nigga had life sentences concurrent
Man, I can't sleep 'till I see this nigga buried
Same nigga pointed out my man to the jury (there that nikka go right there)
Oh, him ha, oh he be workin in the gym ha
But you know that Spade that guns that make him slim, ha
And the type dough that'll make a nigga sin, ha
D.A. reduced his ass to 5 to 10, ha
He tellin, on how he was a three time felon
But, nah, me not worry give him tree to his melon
He's a deadman walkin, deadman talkin
Deadman eatin, deadman sleepin
Go for his tool he's a deadman reachin
Open up his mouth it be a deadman speakin
Find em duck taped in the red van leakin
And shit, when I see him, it ain't no rap
Don't have nothin on your hip, if it ain't no gat
I'll put that thing to the P, on his baseball cap
Throw the muffler on the front so there ain't no clap
[Hook]x2
You a deadman walkin
Have you like, "Damn, why am I in this coffin?"
Nigga, I live the life that you talkin
I hold the heat, you tha muthafuckin target
You better duck bitch
[Beanie Sigel]
I stay strapped, I keep a half a hundred to cap
I put your stomach in your lap
You don't want none of the Mack
The gun'll come out, if I think your runnin your mouth
I fuck around and have fifity niggas run in your house
Plus I keep an escape route, to avoid the state boot
You talkin to the Jakes duke? 4 up in your grapefruit
Catch me population, yard out, gray suit
You a bitch nigga, P.C. is where they take you
You think that clique tight, somebody bluffin
9 guns in a shootout, but 8 bustin
Let me find a female dog in my clique
I'mma grab the revolver in give em all 6
The same niggas that you thought would never snitch
Is fuckin your bitch, got the keys to your wip
Stay in your crib, eatin all your shit
Probably owe you shit, watch who you rollin with
[Hook]x2
You a deadman walkin
Have you like, "Damn, why am I in this coffin?"
Nigga, I live the life that you talkin
I hold the heat, you a muthafuckin target
You better duck bitch
[Dutch]
It take a baller ta ball Playa to pimp
You can tella gangsta when he walk he limp
And everytime he talk he talk real quick
Get caught by the cops, don't know shit
Even if its him, don't know shit
The type of dude you just don't fuck with
Talk real breezy, or press your luck with
And if you wanna know who he is, he Dutch, bitch
Watch is his power, chain is his strength
Money getting low, police watchin my strips
Helicopters, binoculars watchin my bricks
Getting in my grime, changin my flip
I'm too young to be stressed
Daughter need pampers, daddy need rest
Baby moms trippn, tryna cause my arrest
You think its suicide, walkin without a vest
You a deadman, nigga
[Hook]x2
You a deadman walkin
Have you like, "Damn, why am I in this coffin?"
Nigga, I live the life that you talkin
I hold the heat, shoot a muthafuckin target
You better duck bitch
[Outro]
Deadman walkin (repeated seversl times w/ change of voice)
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