Ain't no way I'm goin'" The hell back out there, man you can't forget it My body's like a punchin' bag and Mike is gonna hit it They tried to make me
the Iraq flag your comrad With do bad yo Arab damn dun how you get caught? Sometimes I look back and think that the shit is my fault 'Cause it was me God body
Yeah, L.O.D. Keith Murray, Def Squad Mr., Mr., Mr., Mr. Smith You wanna hit? Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad Yo, I'm here to make a dollar out
I got a problem solver And his name is revolver It's like a deadly game of freeze tag I touch you with a 44 mag And your frozen inside a body bag Nobody
a problem solver and his name is revolver It's like a deadly game of freeze tag I touch you with a forty-four Mag And you're frozen inside a body bag
medallion Stallions on both arms, rocks on both charms My Dominican chick lookin' like Scarface sister Red and curly and she wake me up early 'Cuz hustlers hit
Hold up, it's amazin', so, so contagious I'm so impatient, my body's on fire So, stop your pacin', don't keep me waitin' Homey, grab my waist, set my body
chest and I got my dime bag Of stress weed, a 40 oz. of OE and I'm creepin Up on some niggas in a mob and a nigga claimin OG, Pap! hit him in that
triggers like bitches titties Who is it, the most left on nigga They crept on nigga, with that Teflon nigga And it went blow blow, body bag that bitch
Killa, Psycho Drama, Twista Chi-Town to Harlem, what's really good? Part 2, what happens when you combine The darkness with the light? Yeah, I am more
and pilate class She like to deepthroat, me I call it lolligag Y'all niggas call me fags Not a body cast, a body bag Fuckers I'll leave his whole body
get it)(lets go baby)(lets get it on) Hey ma,bag that ass up,look ya back almost crashed up so(lets get it on) (thats love baby)(thats love right there)(hit
More Than Music Y'all ain't wanna listen huh, okay Ruger (Rell) Ruger (Rell) Check it man, okay Hell Rell: I heard this nigga was lookin' for a body bag
for me to notice you Problem is I'm thinking her too and ya crew A girl smooth, got a body like a spur do And I wanna cruise, hit gears to make this
be praying her lord save me I bail the street with the strap, the homie daily You're crazy, y'all ain't from my spot, so push Before your dead body's
search till I reach third base And when I get home imma hit home plate Wait would this be considered our first date Yay this picture just looks so trash Your body
like a Bird, I'm jus addin it up, But with the burner I'll Burn ya like bag in the dutch, I'll jus, blast at ya gut, Light ya Abdomen up, Yup, But I