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[Lotta Zay] We them boys in the hood like I'm Doughboy Had to kill the competition on my own y'all Wanna see a dead body? Everybody, everybody Wanna see a dead body? It's a body, it's a body [Rum Nitty] You ain't finna body shit You be the embodiment Of what gettin' bodied meant Trust me I promise it Respect my conglomerate Or be comin' through bombin' shit On my Osama shit Don't get the poppin' lips You did not like 2Pacalypse Brrrr, put a stop to it 'Cause that K got a comma clip Leave a shell in your omelette I don't know how to cook It's crumble inside the kush This how a ridah look Pull up and fire off You get a magazine as soon as you try to book I don't go by the book Don't care what you yap about We live what we rap about Shit get hard, trap it out Hustlers bring cavvy [?] out Shooters bring ladders out I go the savage route Lookin' for the throne where my seat at Talkin' 'bout the zone where the king at .38 Long, I keep it Nigga don't play, no recess Bring the game back like a reset You see that? Tryna find a way in like Keenen […] beamin', headshot steamin' Do a nigga bad, no reason I'll bodybag the whole region You ain't finna […], you won't reach it Tell 'em Mike Jack, nigga beat it Slide like a VISA, let the iron peel: I'm anemic Said he king, shit, he ain't mean it Any-anybody get it If somebody need it prolly did it Dope-dope-dope flow and he kinda different I go live, drive got a Henny kinda engine I body whoever anybody mention, rah Catch a body, I'ma catch a body Quiet 'bout it, I can't tell nobody I'm at your noggin if you ever try me Shit be hella poppin', you need medics prolly Fire escape how that ladder droppin' Frontal lobe where the 'matic caught him Brain-dead he be at the doctor Tube in him like Zapp and Roger Bitch I'm in the trenches, you ain't never 'round 'em Got a couple killas you can catch around me My loc be ridin' heavy, hope we drama ready Slide the comma steady, you get all the Desi' Brains is on your sweater, look like Mom's spaghetti You was calm already, don't want drama really Niggas not gon' check me, you get taught a lesson Niggas young and reckless, better come protected [Lotta Zay] We them boys in the hood like I'm Doughboy Had to kill the competition on my own y'all Wanna see a dead body? Everybody, everybody Wanna see a dead body? It's a body, it's a body Oh Lord [Rum Nitty] My shooters grippin', they pay you a visit Crucifixion—that's if you religious Two sticks, I come out the bag With these 30 pieces like Judas did it (Lotta Zay: oh Lord) Let me regroup a minute I've been layin' low just coolin' with it Not too much music with it Gotta excuse me, I've been out the loop a minute Now I'm pullin' out the bags, get to zippin' up chumps Too many bodies for the hidin' and not a big enough trunk Actin' like I done already zipped him up once You was like a mullet cut: you got the business up front Dissin' everybody, I'll zip anyone up Niggas don't fear a killa 'til you sit in front one Got the type of smoke I don't think anyone want Copped the Glock 23 with the Cinnabon drum Off the 151, Rum pissin' dumb drunk Finna f*ck somebody life up if they want some Had the spotlight, you ain't lit it up once Homie had the strap, you ain't lift it up once You don't got me in your conversation Nigga dick-eatin' or probly hatin' Give me respect or I'ma take it Or you niggas dead is a understatement So don't be talkin' crazy Like I wasn't poppin' lately 'Cause I waited to hit these pussies at the right time: ovulation You got some drama waitin'? Bitch, I'm a Thomas baby Good amount we stead mob on haters Killas rush up on you like they body paintin' Get it crackin': Ronald Reagan Be a trauma patient f*ck "Your Honor," I can't give a honest statement .40 on me, I go […] crazy Oklahoma bomber, blow the spot up, make me do it Short nigga with a short temper, make me lose it Through the scope I got my eye on you: I'm like a Hoosier Pop the trunk, I make you fit inside like a booster MHO, we takin' over, nigga this the movement Go against the squad? Don't be stupid Told you I'ma kill 'em with the music Everybody movin', I don't just be rappin' 'bout shootin' I lay a nigga out like a blueprint Name a nigga that's from the city that can outbar me I'm just callin' shit how I see it, ain't bein' cocky I've been all over the map catchin' these homi's And they pay me for the way I be slayin', they just a homi Killin' 'em off the top, you get bodied, that's how I'm rockin' Nitty been hotter than the middle of August, I'm bein' honest You want a problem, then we pushin' a Pontiac pullin' up on 'em Nitty be hoppin' up outta the van With the yopper and get to choppin' [Lotta Zay] We them boys in the hood like I'm Doughboy Had to kill the competition on my own y'all Wanna see a dead body? Everybody, everybody Wanna see a dead body? It's a body, it's a body Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord
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