DOA - Convicts

DEA, CIA can’t get with this

Double-O nigga fuckin 'em with the quickness

Never been a ordinary who took shit

I stand tall, bustin niggas' asses quick

But I let a bitch bring me down, G

Beat the fuck out of the hoe because she was fuckin over me

The bossman, the big chief

I put that goddamn shit under non-belief

I couldn’t believe she would play me

I thought I had it good by the way she laid me

Now all the pain I feel gets to me

And now I’m frontin, sayin she wasn’t shit to me

Then she (?), what is this

She must wanna become a name on my hitlist

A voice in my head said 'Hurt her'

Fuck goin down for assault, make it a murder

Now this shit is gettin deeper than I thought

Feelings changed, I wanna kill for a sport

She’s alone in the bedroom, perfect scene

Two shots in the head, real clean

Only 20, haven’t enjoyed her life yet

So tender, so young, so soft and wet

But she fucked up, didn’t wanna live

Now she’s kickin conversation with dead relatives

And I’m gettin took down, frisked down, shake down

Laws wanna break me down

Goin for mine is vital

Cops found the bitch DOA, dead on arrival

(There's no survival) --] Big Daddy Kane

I’ma leave 'em (DOA, dead on arrival) --] Big Daddy Kane

(There's no survival)

Big Mike’ll leave 'em (DOA, dead on arrival)

Back on the street after my two year sentence

They had to let me go because they couldn’t find a witness

Tryina convict me on a motherfuckin murder charge

Had my ass in jail when I shoulda been livin large

It ain’t no thing because I’m out here anyway

And I’ma make 'em pay for every fuckin day I spent away

Son of a bitch, fuckin sell-out bastards

They had the first laugh and I’ma have the last one

You see who laughs last always laughs best

I’ma carry a bullet for every motherfucker’s chest

Try to play me weak as if I was a hoe

But oh no Joe, you got to let that bullshit go

Cause I’m a menace causin much mayhem

Bitches get slammed and I don’t give a goddamn

Now who wanna step to the Convict

I’m breakin niggas' dicks and I don’t give a shit

Here to secure my survival

Leavin motherfuckers DOA, dead on arrival

(There's no survival)

I’ma leave 'em (DOA, dead on arrival)

(There's no survival)

Big Mike’ll leave 'em (DOA, dead on arrival)

A cold you nigga from the block

Makin a living with the art of slingin rocks

And lovin every minute of the shit

Runnin game on bitches just to lay some dick

On my mission, shit is gettin crucial

Bitches lookin at me like «Nigga, I’ma shoot you»

I wish they ass would try to handle me

Cause I’ma roll 'em up and push 'em like a key on a piano, G

And fuck their minds up

Give 'em a second to run, too late, hoe, time’s up

Out to get mine, now it’s time to prove

I’m about to pull some real fucked up move

Taste the vengeance of a nigga from the street

Bringin the strong to the motherfuckin weak

Pull my tool when I’m tired of fightin

Strong as a Greek god, so call me the nigga Titan

Slashin your ass up into choice cuts

If, ands or buts, I don’t give a fuck

Keep your nuts in your pocket if you want 'em

Then them hoes hang against me and I’ma step on 'em

Smashed them bastards to smithereeens

Place your motherfuckin head under the goddamn guillotine

Strictly securin my survival

Leavin motherfuckers DOA, dead on arrival

(There's no survival)

Big Mike’ll leave 'em (DOA, dead on arrival)

(There's no survival)

3−2'll leave 'em (DOA, dead on arrival)

(There's no survival)

Lil' Jay’ll leave 'em (DOA, dead on arrival)

(There's no survival)

Bido’ll leave 'em (DOA, dead on arrival)

(There's no survival)

Doug King’ll leave 'em (DOA, dead on arrival)

(There's no survival)

Rap-A-Lot'll leave 'em (DOA, dead on arrival)

(There's no survival)

Ex-Cons leavin ya (DOA, dead on arrival)