Dead Bodies

歌詞

We out in this...P and Game, we'll blow that bitch up From the world's most infamous, 1st Infantry (Alchemist, this shit raw like fresh beef playa We boyz in da hood...wanna see a dead body) Sittin' in a lowrider, murda on my mind 'Cause I had too many dead homies in my lifetime That's why I ride wit a nine and dem hollow tips Lift niggaz like a chrome hydraulic switch Wit a hood rat in the car that swallow dicks So good that I got P on that six-four Impala shit She from Compton just like me Caramel wit extensions just like Eve She want to go to a Knicks game, sit next to Spike Lee Well do the right thing, blow a nigga out his Nikes She married to The Game, that's wifey Ask Gotti get them blood stains out your white tee P in the backseat finger fuckin' her girlfriend That'll put a golf ball hole in your right cheek Start trippin' over colors like Ice-T And you can watch your life slip away through an I.V We out in Cali, P and Game straight blow that bitch up We out in New York, P and Game we blow that bitch up You can't stop us, we gettin' this money its not bangin' You can't pull that shit this way, we head bangin' Wit dem glocks and dem oo-ops Me and my fools shoot, wutchu tryin' do that I suggest you do not My chain is hot, what's more hot than that That's how I murda music, that's why your broads on my back Got two birds on my shoulders, they all over me And ready to fuck Game and whoever else roll wit me My presence is strong, I have a bitch seein' dollar Signs spots stare at me too long Have you seein' that white light you come at me wrong Or any one of my dawgs, I'll be settin' it off You was raised on beef and live real drama Don't let the coupes twist you, we lettin' o's off We out in this...P and Game, we'll blow that bitch up (P and Game rollin' the Dutch) P and Game, we'll blow that bitch up, mixed with the A L see NYC to LA we do our sweep We out in Compton, P and Game lacin' Chucks We out in QB, P and Game rollin' a Dutch Dumpin' ashes out the windshield Haze got my head spinnin like dem 24 inch wheels Ridin' to Suga Hill bangin' shook ones On the westside highway, hand on the steel If I like your chain then blood spill 'Cause I ain't getta million dollars when I signed my deal Nigga I'll tie your wife to a chair and blow that bitch up You better fire proof your crib, I'll blow that shit up I'm all about this crime shit for real, this rap shit is luck Try to score points on me, I'll fasten you up In that smelly proof bag, real real fast Shoot the deuce under my arm, I'm real real slick Can't put a tail on me, I drive too fast Can't put tag on me, I smoke people ass If you from the westside, nigga throw that shit up If you bang to eastside, nigga throw that shit up I ain't tryna be in The Source or Double X L I'm just tryna fuck Trina 'cause Dre said sex sells And it was either this or jail Imagine tryna fit birds in a Honda Accel And they caught up on the Fed Ex mail So we stopped doin' business and chirpin' on Nextels We gangstas I fold people in half, I tore people ass But they still want to ride out as long as we see death I get money, and I don't need your help or friendship But love, I'ma survive just how I been I'ma stay alive till the day I die But right now I'm healthy, niggaz betta get up off my A bitch is nuttin' we easily fuck it And we possessed by the cash and these guns we bustin'...