Bodycount Body muthafuckin' count Bodycount Body muthafuckin' count
Bodycount Body muthafuckin' count
with somebody I can tell how ya movin ya body that I You wanna f*ck you wouldn't mind if I get a ticket for speedin while I'm takin you home in that
Why? You'll die I can make ya missin' fuckin' with The unforgiven Cop killer, blood spiller But still a million seller Run and tell your fuckin' mother Body Count
like Amazon but I'm here, and I'm revered Lyric boy, Based King, Master Chef, All City Chess moves makin' Donnie Diggy CRS fool Carrera Era, pan Amera, F
by DJ Premier now let me count it down, who the f-ck up in here Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh that n-ggas know you can't really f-ck with that Pusha
?s like a bitch you can?t shake I still want it Sleeping with the finest The thread count is bindless Security blanket of cocaine, I am Linus In this climate I?m
with eggs and bread jelly My hoes they rarely pop that p-ssy, They put off in my Pontiac on Pirellis '82 edition Spotters body squatting on sixes? Rather be counting
Uh, T.S.! None better Life of a hustler Yo, yo, yo Yo the mind of a hustler be trained to count money and lies Supplyin' customers and keep it free,
make them movies Got TV shows that's reppin' the Bronx I'm spittin' the Spanish, I'm viva Reggaeton Oh yeah, I'm ready for war Any body, hard body, just
do retail Independent promotion, a couple of people got they legs broken Record exec found dead, body in Hoboken Autopsy explainin what parts remainin New York police department, the F
message to [Money Mark] All the pretty little young and sexy women And they great-great grandma's love they way we are Make them shake they body, bodies It's the number one clique who love to party We from the bottom, M
round, 6 or 7 acres counting they made I got in, never shoot or let me do body full of diamonds, hoppin' out the Bentley coupe crime high, I'm climbin
suckaz count me out, Before y'all suckaz count Nigga I'm a problem, And still can't be figured out Before you come out yo mouth, Before you come out yo mouth Nigga I'm
we been down together since day one When you see the spray gun [Ike Man] Los I'm thinking nothing but stacks Unless it's flipping in 'llacs Big body Benzes and Jags We count
I did when I did it huh How many of y'all mommies y'all think I can fit in my car Only two wit a GT no body guard not a wide body keep the chick body
, what bout your gold ring Niggas down south quick to put you in that body slang I mean that body cast (ha ha), what bout that body bag You aint thank
