Story Behind The Song
I was locked up for a couple of months and freedom was outside the door, the entire time while I was in there I felt as if I didnt exist anymore. That day when I got out I went straight to the studio to record I had a lot on my mind. Half Dead Raisin from the grave.
Song Description
Half dead risin from the grave means at your lowest point you stood up and made a change for yourself. People always try to bring you down. Dont let them.
| Song Length |
3:41 |
Genre |
Rap - Gangsta, Rap - Dirty South |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Cross, Aggressive |
Subject |
Life, General |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Chorus: I'm like half dead rising from the grave, you'll try to knock me off but I'm tryin to get paid, you'll got anna wit me I'm ah come to where you stay, bullet in chamber I'm ah cock the AK.
Verse: Fake ass people you know I see right through yea, get wrong my crew best belieave I'm ah do yea, do more than shoot yea I'm ah try to go through yea, try to boost yea like some crack so keep it in tack, put your ass on your back my dog how you like that, I bust cap leave your ass flat for talking that crap, AT back cous I'm aint tryin to hear nothing I'm ah empty the clip and have all yea boyz duckin.
Chorus: (2x)
Verse 2: Stay on my grind evil thoughts in my mind, knock off some time eye for an eye my dog I leave you blind no fresh cloths cous still trapped out like before you get blow folks dont know pistol off in my coat, make you float chattohocce with your name, no evidence on you who the hell they gone blame, aint nothing change my dag I'm still thuggin, come side ways and you know I'm ah start bustin, cricket folk, kick the flow, dodge the poe-poe got me knockin at your doe cause you actin like a hoe leaving you dead on the floe, thought I wasn't coming I hit you with that thing and make your heart stop pumpin.
Chorus:(2x)
Verse 3: I aint even playing no moe and I'm ah tell your boyz fosho youll dont know out here on these streets man it done got cold boys trippin out here they be hittin loots they self I'm like black mold lethal without the smoke, your neck caved in so I see you when you start to choke, your skin turn gray paramedics know you crock, flatline cous you know you cant even get no moe, you shouldnt did it so why you even upset your folks, I gives a damn about you smoke a ciggerate go home and drink a brew then I think whats next I aint even thinking bout you cause ni**a want my neck thats why when you see me I'm strapped out with the TEC
Chorus:(2x)