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Gucci Mane – Dissin the Dead Lyrics

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March 30, 2023

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Gucci Mane – Dissin the Dead Lyrics

Dissin the Dead Lyrics by Gucci Mane

[Intro]
(8—)
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Go

[Chorus]
I know my tongue is a sword, I know I should be more careful with shit that I said (Shh)
I feel like I started a trend, they never gon’ stop, they gon’ keep dissing the dead
None of this shit no pretend, this shit so for real, a nigga get shot in the head
Young niggas wiggin’ on pills and goin’ on drills, we need to stop dissing the dead
I know my tongue is a sword, I know I should be more careful with shit that I said (Shh)
I feel like I started a trend, they never gon’ stop, they gon’ keep dissing the dead
None of this shit no pretend, this shit so for real, a nigga get shot in the head
Young niggas wiggin’ on pills and goin’ on drills, we need to stop dissing the dead

[Verse 1]
We need to stop killing each other
The innocent children get hit, people’s sisters and brothers (Damn)
That’s what the preacher man said to his mother
Traumatized child, so he piss on the covers (What?)
Everything sweet ’til it happen to them
My youngin like Shaq and he play ‘bove the rim (Shaq)
Don’t aim for the Timb’, bullets knock off your limbs (Grah)
Can’t even go to school ’cause they shot up the gym (Well, damn)
Considered it lucky you walk with a limp
That or be happy you’re walking at all
Don’t bring up my name if a killing involved
These niggas be 12, but be breaking the law
Nigga diss me and we went in the jar
Went in his pocket and went in his car (Wow)
All the subliminals pissing me off
My shooters on call and I pass ’em the ball
Why should I cap ’bout my name on a song?
I’m the one put your boy name on a stone
I dissed the dead and I know I was wrong
But I’m shooting like DaBaby, they break in my home
Chopper so close that I’m never alone (Grrah)
Gucci strapped up like Sylvester Stallone
First they call you a god, then they call you a clone
But my plug tryna bring the dope in on a drone (Wow)

[Verse 2]
I don’t preach to no one, I just lead by example
When I was a jit, I thought life was a gamble (Jit)
You catch a charge, now your life is in shambles
Daddy in jail, but your son need them Pampers (Dad)
You telling the cops ’cause you giving ’em clues
Your face on the news just to get you some views
Watch the shit now that you say in the booth
‘Cause niggas get knocked and start telling the truth (Yeah)
Put me in your mentions to get some attention
These niggas be gimmicks, tryna make up an image (Lame)
He dissing and wishing somebody would listen
But niggas’ll snitch on they self in a minute
Free all my artists, let them out of prison (Free ’em)
Don’t make the wrong move and get took off position
Put ’em on game and I hope that they listen
Don’t trick your whole life away like a magician (Wow)
You can’t stand the heat, you best get out the kitchen (Frrt)
Them niggas you with, they turn government witness
Choppers and switches, they really be tripping
In elementary, too big for his britches (Woah)
ARs and Glocks on my road to the riches
And this ain’t a speech and I’m no politician (No)
Beefs in the streets start up over some bitches
So get in your bag and please stay out your business (It’s Gucci)
[Chorus]
I know my tongue is a sword, I know I should be more careful with shit that I said (Shh)
I feel like I started a trend, they never gon’ stop, they gon’ keep dissing the dead
None of this shit no pretend, this shit so for real, a nigga get shot in the head
Young niggas wiggin’ on pills and goin’ on drills, we need to stop dissing the dead
I know my tongue is a sword, I know I should be more careful with shit that I said (Shh)
I feel like I started a trend, they never gon’ stop, they gon’ keep dissing the dead
None of this shit no pretend, this shit so for real, a nigga get shot in the head
Young niggas wiggin’ on pills and goin’ on drills, we need to stop dissing the dead