Dead Man
Gucci Mane's Deadly Reflections: Street Realities Unveiled
Lyrics
Call me Gucci Mane when I'm on the stage with you
Identity switch between Gucci Mane and Jessie James based on context (on stage vs. holding a pistol).
But call me Jessie James when I hold this damn pistol
Preference for the name Jessie James when holding a pistol, suggesting a tough persona.
You can call me Gucci gu-ap when I do a song with you
Wordplay on "Gucci guap" (money) when collaborating on a song.
But don't walk up on me homes, I ain't finna blow no strong with you
Warning against approaching him casually for drug use.
Got them young shooters with me they don't get along with you
Having armed companions who won't tolerate disrespect.
If you ain't get no money nigga what is wrong with you
Questioning the priorities of those not focused on making money.
And I can't tell your own thing must have gone wrong pitcher
Suggesting a misunderstanding or conflict with the person being addressed.
I'm in the whip sippin' lean, with this very long swisher
Indulging in lean while riding in a car with a long cigar.
I'm drinkin' promethazine and codeine and this apple juice mixture
Mixing promethazine, codeine, and apple juice, possibly describing drug use.
If you knew that you wouldn't do that I swear you would not kiss her
Warning against certain actions, implying potential consequences.
Yous a Nicky Barnes ass nigga tryin' to tell on Guy Fisher
Comparing someone to Nicky Barnes, a drug trafficker, and Guy Fisher, suggesting betrayal.
If a snitch was to die today I bet his hood would not miss him
Speculating on the lack of mourning if a snitch were to die.
Yous a dead man, playing games with the bread
Repetition of the chorus, emphasizing the consequences of playing with money.
Yous a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
-Dead man you're playing games with my bread
-You in the red man, fuck around and be a dead man
-Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man
-Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man
-Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
-Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man
-Five deuce, 4 tray 6 A
Listing street credentials, drug-related activities, and success in the drug trade.
8 watches, 4 chains 6 rings
-Pot forks, dope at a high cost
-From coast to coast, I set numbers on the dope
-Remix it yo, you know I can sell you both 16-5
-Prices lower then Shawty Lo, when I drive
-Got my seat leanin', low bricks inside
-Got 'em stash in the door, always road running
-Me and Gucci getting money bands yeah keep comin'
-Tractor trailer in the morning won't stop jugging
-Every month I make 4 hundred, I'm a street nigga
-I got rich off of junkies
-Yous a dead man, playing games with the bread
Repetition of the chorus, reinforcing the theme of dire consequences for financial betrayal.
Yous a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
-Dead man, you playing games with my bread
-You in the red man, fuck around and be a dead man
-Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man
-Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man
-Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
-Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man
-What the fuck is you thinking? Lil bitch you must have been drinking
Expressing a rebellious and assertive attitude, claiming street credibility and success.
This chopper had got me feeling like Harley
-If I let it ride you bound to be stinkin'
-I'm a asshole I do what I like to
-Old shit that's made for you to fight to
-I don't give a fuck bitch I don't like you
-Got that fire bitch I might light you
-Bitch I am the streets you just look tough
-Couple bricks of snow like I was on bluff
-Call me the master like Sho'Nuff
-Bad boy for real, no Puff
-If a nigga pussy I don't pimp mine
-Just keep your distance don't play with mine
-Stay in your place fall out the line
-Have them young niggas all in your head to pay a fine
-You can find me in the hood what a hood don't go
-Heard you're somebody the hood don't know
-If a nigga turn up, tell 'em watch this show
-Money never sit still so I don't blow
-King of the streets just call me sire
-On my thrown ain't no one higher
-T.R.U.T.H. no liar
-Real street nigga I won't retire
-Yous a dead man, playing games with the bread
Repetition of the chorus, underscoring the serious repercussions for messing with financial interests.
Yous a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
-Dead man, you're playing games with my bread
-You in the red man, fuck around and be a dead man
-Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man
-Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man
-Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
-Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man
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