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Body Count Drive By

You killed my fuckin' brotha Payback muthafucka 1 - 8 - 7 nigga Watch me pull this fuckin' trigga Revenge Drive-by

two, three, body count One, two, three, everybody count One, two, three, body count I check my other pocket more bodies found [Verse 1: Fabolous] More bodies I'm back for more bodies

of them King Kong and Godzilla mixed up together While I'm blessing them It's wrong for niggas to mix us together Cus I'm better than every fucking body

do that drive by, listen for a second Why you need a 45 when your mind is a weapon If you use it like you 'posed to than you could be Malcolm X Instead of counting body

, yeah Girl, I do appreciate you spendin' this time with me Here alone, girl, you know the night above me Out of everywhere in the world, I'd rather be with you I can count the things one by

guilty conscience drive him on He can't give her what she needs He wants to give her what he thinks she wants Her sad-eyed face, his empty pockets drive

got to do with money count Holiday in With my ryde or die bitch that'll body your man You don't like me as a artist, she gon' body your fam' I need

get I hold up Take it back up to the N.Y. Show 'em how we do, what we do and why Keep ballin' in our ride, driving show, I pass 'em by You see our paper

that drive by, listen for a second Why you need a 45 when your mind is a weapon If you use it like you 'posed to than you could be Malcolm X Instead of counting body