This greed is bigger than you and me Will you come again, body Tongue tied and a viscera third degree Feel warm center of gravity Wash us all away, body
me this greed bigger than you and me will ya come again? body tongue tied and a visceral third degree feel warm center of gravity wash us all away body
me this greed bigger than you and me will you come again body tongue tied and a visceral third degree feel warm center of gravity wash us all away body
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
calling and paging (what the fuck) I don?t even know how she got my numbers (damn) But I been hiding (uh huh) Cuz, this girl looking for the kid like Bush
hat He ain't have no choice, he was born this way These streets pull your number like a phone display And you gotta be defensive with your life You gotta be like Bush
on tha rope of insanity how many pistols smoking coming from a broken family i'm sick of being tired sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing tell bush
own (come on!) My fiends going to the rehab like Winehouse. You know I got my shine's out love they way the wezzey look Rob cop dezzey hype your runnin like Reggie Bush
Where You Really Wanna Go, Cus Im Sittin In Front Of Your Condo. All Dem Niggas Playin Around, Believe Im The One Though. So Baby Take Your Clothes Off, And Bring Your Body
everybody? The kind of nigga that's gone end up being a dead body Yo' wife and children gone be searching for their dear ol' daddy They found his headless body
You Really Wanna Go, Cus Im Sittin In Front Of Your Condo. All Dem Niggas Playin Around, Believe Me Im The One Though. So Baby Take Your Clothes Off, And Bring Your Body
speedin like keenen is breathin heavin and breathin hard, but I roll with killas that just just don't seem to believe in god, I'll whip yo head boy, put ya body
3,2,1 now put your hands in the air, shake your body down slow hold it, bring it, bring it back like you never did it before keep your hands in the air
men I mean the... Creme de la creme a schemer... Sippin' on 'Gnac and Zima... True professional 2... (DJ CLUE!) Now that Bush is president nigga we all
canvas Could never be no damn wuss or pussy, never mushy, so you can't squish Never on my damn toosh, in fact if I jump out a bush And sneak attack's
Mo, Mo Thugs!) [Krayzie Bone:] Finger on the trigger from my 9-millimeter make your +Body Rott+ (Body Rott) And when you drop make the party stop Leave 'em in the bushes
