Dead To Rights ft. Mob Rule Lyrics

Oh no here we go again

It's Bishop, back on that same bullshit

Riding in the whip with a zip, bitch, and a full clip

Hit the pulpit, asked God for revenge but he pulled it

Back like elastic and smacked me said

Boy you foolish son the rudest one ain't under my discretion ight

Popping off on all these muhfuckas goin leave you dead by night

Dead To Rights

Not the type I guess I might confess I won't deny

Cuz popping off on all these muhfuckas just ain't my- yeah ight

But in the pit you get the coldest shit I still battled with demons

The pancreatic had enough with the liquor and bad habits

A pit, like a Bull savage

A hit, til the whole cabbage go split

Now ya dome ravished

I get, what you won't have & it's DEAD TO RIGHTS