Body Bags

(专辑： You Know What It Is, Volume 4: Murda Game Chronicles - 2007)

It's murderer...
Is 07 shit
We running through summers
In dual hummers
And tell them my crew coming for war

Ay yooooooooooooooo!
I can't let the day go without letting the K go
Now watch his face blow, YAYO!
Heard you hiding in the big apple
Better keep hiding for them Puerto Ricans kidnap you
9-3 gangsta ties
Haitans down in Miami (zoe gang!)
Yeah, them Haitins down in Miami
Fat Joe don't fuck with you, Nas don't like you
So who they gonna blame when the long nose snipe you
Potato on the muzzle, black tape on the grip
We in the A-Team van with black tape on your bitch
She gonna tell us where you at
We gonna twist that dro'
And just wait 'til that rat come out the that hole
No, the streets ain't safe
When we see him we gonna eat that face
No body we gonna beat that case
Yeah, it's on again, two shots of patron I'm in
Drive slow and let the motherfucking chrome extend

Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...)
(You can't fuck with the real!)
Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...)
(Nigga, don't cross the real!)
They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd...
(Murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...)
They call it murd...
(You can't fuck with the real!)
They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd...
(Nigga, don't cross the real!)

What type of bitch niggas put his hands on kids (Homo!)
Pull up that black van on his (Nope)
We don't do the kid slap, we do the kid snatching
Eyewitness news, there's been a kidnapping
Feed 'em real good, taking home to play with Harlem
Sit by the phone, just wait it's your daddy calling
Naah, we don't get down like that
But 50's momma we'll put you in the ground like that
Cuuuurtisss
Trying to make peace with Dipset
But you ain't even address the beef with Jim yet
It's on now, better call dr. Ben and Russell
Set up a peace treaty or go get some muscle
Call the lighty brothers, call all your lil' flunkies
Call the snitch hotline and get the G-Unit monkeys
Call the cops, I'm still 100 miles an running
Then call the God and tell him your ass is coming

Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...)
(You can't fuck with the real!)
Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...)
(Never cross the real!)
They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd...
(Murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...)
They call it murd...
(You can't fuck with the real!)
They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd...
(Never cross the real!)

This ain't "Ether", nah, this ain't "Hit 'em up"
This is a lot of dead bodies, who gonna pick them up
We just shot the corner
Who gonna drive the truck
Fuck the whole G-Unit who lied to Buck
Fuck Spider too, now that's for Big Fase
I know where you counting your sheeps
I'll have some Crips waiting
Youtube banger, tell me how that clip taste
You kiss Lakisha in that mouth, tell me how my dick taste
I got the crown nigga, it's going down nigga
And Los Angelesss it's my town nigga!
I got a place where bodies don't get found nigga
Where the dead sleep and ghost don't make a sound nigga
The real 50 Cent, he knew Jimmy Henchmen, the real Jimmy Henchmen
Look at them niggas flinching
We ain't gonna do shit
I'll have your crew sit (Nigga!)
So play like them is toy guns and this is just music

Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...)
(You can't fuck with the real!)
Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...)
(Don't ever cross the real!)
They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd...
(Murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...)
They call it murd...
(Niggas can't fuck with the real!)
They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd...
(Don't fuck with the real!)

It's Blackwall Street nigga!
Is 07, we can't be fuck with
Try and die, motherfuckers
I run the world, it's on!