Dead Man Walking 2

As death nears you sink deeper
In his reach as you're caressed
By the grim reaper
As my heat enters your flesh
You begin to meet up
With the same streets you claimed
Was yours they remain yours
Your blood stains the floor where
The candles were lit
Your thugs came to mourn
But ain't handling shit
Your drugs are now my drugs
I can't front your re-up was a
Little more than mines was
I didn't kill you, greed did
Son, you think I only
Know niggas in Queensbridge
I'm a made nigga an outlaw
You can take it to your grave nigga
Eternally known my heat blaze niggas
Stuck me for that Q
Should've never bucked it
The eleventh commandment, is never fuck me
You hit me in the chest
Lucky I was wearing a vest but
The impact hurt my fucking flesh
Fucked up my avirex and
Made my neighbors upset
Your own gun created your death
Look at you now, a reminder of consequences
In the street
But loyalty is nearly non-existant
(that's deep)
You should've seen yo man faces when
I came to the wake
Had the mac with the compressor
Under my black leather
Bitches crying niggas eyeing
Whispering "that's Mega"
Tension in the air I pause
Ice grills turned to fear you don't want it
I let them breathe at the same
Time yes believe "coming here fronting"
You never leave
As I approach your open casket
I'm in your face like "damn
I smoked this bastard"
You was a dead man walking
Now you a live nigga laying in the coffin