We have a crook mentality, grew up in the poverty Cause we are from the streets We don't want to sell the drugs, don't want to hustle But this is how we have to eat We live by the gun, die by the gun So please don't you trouble we I let a lot of the bullshit slide Cross the Queen and you'll get buried alive 'Cause she's a dead gal walking That man's a dead man walking That gal's a dead gal walking No one wants to be a dead man walking Here come the Queen Bee rain Hit the windshield wiper Infrared on the bitch, D.C. sniper One Brooklyn bitch got the whole crowd hyper Red Christian Loub's match the red More fire, more fire All praises to B.I.G., the most higher The gun cocked, I keep it fully loaded A dead gal walking, and she don't even know it 'Cause she's a dead gal walking That man's a dead man walking That gal's a dead gal walking No one wants to be a dead man walking There is a war going on outside 21-gun salute All my soldiers get ready to ride Cross the Queen and you'll get buried alive There is a war going on outside A war going on outside 'Cause she's a dead gal walking That man's a dead man walking That gal's a dead gal walking No one wants to be a dead man walking