Dead Man Walking

[Verse 1] I’m stackin’ the green, man, sellin’ the ket, Back alley deals, they ain’t never forget. Hater’s face turn pale when I step through the door, They see the powder, now they know who’s the floor. [Chorus] Sellin’ and usin’, yeah, it’s in my blood, Violence in my veins, yeah, it’s what I’m about. Killing the competition, no escape, When I’m on the mic, you better brace. [Verse 2] Powder on the table, yeah, I’m the king, Haters think they can stop me, but they’re wrong, they’re wrong. I got fire in my hands, yeah, I’m the spark, You come at me with hate, I’ll give you a mark. [Chorus] Sellin’ and usin’, yeah, it’s in my blood, Violence in my veins, yeah, it’s what I’m about. Killing the competition, no escape, When I’m on the mic, you better brace.