Texty:
Over My Dead Body C A N E S

the track Told me E's rollin' Villain - BJ's got the sack Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My old freaks a hoe The batter

's a hell of a job, when you marry the mob I put a ring on my finger and say goodbye to my kids Never ever will I be a legal citizen collectin' my dividends

And I never eat you unless the ***, meat looks fresh I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lyin', I got a *** in my pocket And baby I'm just, dyin' to cock him, he's

And I never eat you unless the ***, meat looks fresh I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lyin', I got a *** in my pocket And baby I'm just, dyin' to cock him, he's

a little tired from the time zone switches But right on time to hit a club for a minute I get in and get a table, get bottles, some bitches Come over, they claimin' they models Until they want a

heaven's movie, my lil' nigga, watch out Waitin' for warfare, waitin' for warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare My army, marchin' factions, regime takin' over my body

my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And if diamonds are forever, then I'm Kanye West Take a look at my chest, a

bits 'n' kibbles I kick ass more than a little, my rhyme riddle Your mind's a dead vegetable when I hit you Doin' like I should do, bringin' Noyz to my

I look Used to be a straight a student, now he's a crook Robbin people just to smoke or shoot up Used to have a crew cut, now he's a pooh-put Dropped