wrong body I'm in the wrong body I'm in the wrong body I must have stumbled in I'm in the wrong body I'm in the wrong body I'm in the wrong body 'Cause
as bloody as hell. Would you still take me? I'm afraid that you might say, "Depart from me, I never knew you." I'm in the wrong body. I'm in the wrong body
say the war shouldn't stop Until these playa-hatin niggas body rott (body rott) Nigga the war shouldn't stop Until these motherfuckin cops body rott (body
This Spear, hey Inner city youth dem rise it up disguised as AK-47 This Spear, eh! And anytime them clap it up the whole city level This Spear Like Burning
red The streets are crowded with the bodies of the living dead They're trying to die, they're leaping off of roof tops Uh, they only scream in pain as their body
Spear, hey Inner city youth dem rise it up disguised as AK-47 This Spear, eh! And anytime them clap it up the whole city level This Spear Like Burning
the air Your feet played games with mountain roots as you lay thinking there Below us the trees grew clumps of trees, raised families of trees, and they As proud as
never know the right way Till you?ve been wrong, no And if you want to shine As your February clears
until they get down, body rock [body rock, bock rock, body rock]. We say the war shouldn't stop until they get down, body rock [body rock, body rock, body
stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott Body rott, body rott Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these motherfuckin' cops body rott Body rott, body
live Where the colours would swirl and the boys and girls can grow in peace and harmony And where murals stand on walls so grand as far as the eyes are
go crazy when the sun goes down And it takes control as I hit the town I give my body to the heat of the night And let no man judge if it?s wrong or
car jack we do a body snatch Tie niggas up in the trunk wit them rats like a mac for owning scratch SpeedKnot?s unstoppable muderin' as many niggas as
blowjob You better show something, with heading no bluffin On the wrong side of my tracks, I'll smash your petticoat junction In a suffering city, I'm
city youth dem rise it up disguised as AK-47 Dispear, eh! And anytime them clap it up the whole city level Dispear Like Burning Spear And such and
as ya run up off, I'm pullin mine Gut 'em 'till ya done, but some gotta blow out yo' brain Come to these, rock with the hot glock, bodies in the Glock
Sticks and stones might break Flesh Bone Yet nevertheless can't none of y'all touch me Not even with a pole twelve foot long We beatin' ya, might as well
