never shot guns and they never had ta scrap [Juicy J] He wore a vest so we shot him in the neck Made his body cold left from red and wet Body curved
For all you other rappers with self-proclaimed titles Shut up and face the true supreme idol Rappers, I'm here so come get it But those that tried are real
ready to stab like the riff from the melody Telling me different Im felony riffing Melons be dripping, temper wild, Melanie Griffin Stiffing your body
You don't want no problems, problems You don't want no problems, problems Yeah, real man with ya stinking ass Come on, that's my nigga right there, let
gliding, so far just spinning our wheels When all the bodies fall do they face the sky To choose which star to make it home When all the bodies fall
[Intro] Ugh ya'll already know what it is man If they wanna know my name, they look up and see the gang Ugh, its not a problem, we spending change [Verse
pound blow Your sounds old, not even worth a download I would have nigga's hunt you like a hounds nose Problem is you pussy the whole town knows So why let the body count
You think Oakland California is a city of punks It only takes a second, to pop the trunk And just like that you know it's real You're in the right damn
niggas'll snitchin Straight up and down, bitchin, real niggas in position Tie 'em and down miss 'em, shootin thirty in 'em Aiyo Kiko, wrap his body, throw
? Condo's in front a the golf courses Instead you stay up Count every second like a fake rolley I'm real, so you know I move real slowly The way this
'til the morning come (Not leaving tonight) Oh, I won't deny that everything in my body Wants to know that you're the one (So what's the problem, girl
me I was out for the count and really bloody They were very hostile, I woke up in the hospital I was told every bone in my body was broke a little All
fucking sludge 'Can't come straight from fudge, I got a bloody grudge Dead bodies lying all around me But the real murderers ain't never got no bounty Count
You think Oakland California is a city of punks It only takes a second to pop the trunk And just like that you know it's real You're in the right damn
did in the full beyond c-c-c-counting down the sickest ways to slice and dice your teenage brain in trauma-ville the violence mounts to multiply the body count
old, not even worth a download I would have niggaz hunt you like a hound's nose Problem is you pussy, the whole town knows So why let the body count
, not even worried about the lime light, that effects when the times right if i was kayne i wouldnt have these problems but then id have kaynes problems
radio Or seen the tv See me for me She smiled touchin my chest Trigga you a mess Baby im for real She said you better be Baby im so for real you can