When I'm Dead - DJ EFN, Joell Ortiz, Keith Murray

Oh you feel that you crazy?

What make you crazy?

What make you feel above this rusty 380?

What make you think you could walk through this crazy hood?

What make you think plea coppin' gon' do you any good?

Where you from?

Who you know?

Where you tryna go?

Don’t answer that just listen before I let it blow

Why should I let you go?

Boy you don’t know

It’s drama down here so much blood be wettin' the flo'

You got a pistol on you?

You try and line me up

You try and get the drop on me little grimey fuck

Them niggas send you through for like 90 bucks

Dirty ass nigga just for that I should light you up

Or maybe I’m just p’noid?

Maybe you just passin' through my hood and I’m a wild ass d-boy

Either way I got the drop can’t fall back

So e’rything is your pockets I need all that

Now can you say what you want?

I tell you off top

(Fuck bein' tired, I’ll rest when I’m dead!)

Hit 'em with a little, hit 'em with a lot

(Fuck bein' tired, I’ll rest when I’m dead!)

So is you wit' me?

(whattup) You wit' me?

(whattup)

(Fuck bein' tired, I’ll rest when I’m dead!)

You wit' me?

(whattup) You wit' me?

(whattup)

If you ain’t really wit' us then shut the fuck up!

Yo my heart’s incarcerated with bars that I jot on pages

The hardest artist regardless my verses are carbon plated

Soon as a six spitter diminish ya six figures

A vision the gift to winners depicted as Chris Rivers

Switch hitter, two face niggas get hit viciously

One on each side cause lord knows I love my symmetry

Mentally I’m parallel to all you niggas lyrically

You will never come close touch, or even visit me

Nothin' to lose, blast rush in these shoes

I love music spit a verse and bust a nut in the booth

You fuckin with truth, chubby nigga chasin' that cheese toast

Knock a nigga out runnin' his mouth it’s the east coast

Planet earth, pack a hearse spectacular vernacular

Ambassador I’m smashin' you amateurs with excalibur

King or the fiend wanna be slaughtered be destroyer

All I do is make music drink water skeet daughters

Now can you say what you want?

I tell you off top

(Fuck bein' tired, I’ll rest when I’m dead!)

Hit 'em with a little, hit 'em with a lot

(Fuck bein' tired, I’ll rest when I’m dead!)

So is you wit' me?

(whattup) You wit' me?

(whattup)

(Fuck bein' tired, I’ll rest when I’m dead!)

You wit' me?

(whattup) You wit' me?

(whattup)

If you ain’t really wit' us then shut the fuck up!

I’ll be damn if I do, I’ll be damn if I don’t

Take a chance to get rich, I’ll be damn if I won’t

Will I chrome when I tote?

You know the shit is dope

Where I’m from in the streets, you know hope floats

This elixir mr.

got a maze in Vista

On your girl, mom and sister play a naked Twister

Thought I was sleep no, hybernatin'

Comin' out poppin' Murray gets it shakin'

Terror on the streets, terror on the beats

Era I’m a eat, watch what you say to Keith

My Furious Five pack toasters no holsters

Find the grandmaster and the Flash is over

D-E-F, DJ EFN

It’s a Crazy Hood we livin' in

I’m a grow regardless nigga nuff said

Fuck bein' tired, I’ll rest when I’m dead

Now can you say what you want?

I tell you off top

(Fuck bein' tired, I’ll rest when I’m dead!)

Hit 'em with a little, hit 'em with a lot

(Fuck bein' tired, I’ll rest when I’m dead!)

So is you wit' me?

(whattup) You wit' me?

(whattup)

(Fuck bein' tired, I’ll rest when I’m dead!)

You wit' me?

(whattup) You wit' me?

(whattup)

If you ain’t really wit' us then shut the fuck up!