The Game - Body Bags (Dissin 50 Cent & Tony Yayo) | Текст песни

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Is 07 shit
We runnin' through summers
In dual hummers
And tell them my crew coming
for war
[Verse 1]
Ay yooooooooooooooo!
I can't let the day go without
lettin' the K go
Now watch his face blow, YAYO!
Heard you hidin' in the big apple
Better keep hidin' 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
motherfuckin' chrome extend
[Verse 2]
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 snatchin'
Eyewitness news, there's been a
kidnappin'
Feed 'em real good, takin' home
to play with Harlem
Sit by the phone, just wait it's
your daddy callin'
Naah, we don't get down like
that
But 50's momma we'll put you in
the ground like that
Cuuuurtisss
Tryin' 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 runnin'
Then call the God and tell him
your ass is comin'
[Verse 3]
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 countin' your
sheeps
I'll have some Crips waitin'
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 flinchin'
We ain't gonna do shit
I'll have your crew sit (?)
So play like them is toy guns and
this is just music
[The Game talking]
It's Blackwall Street nigga!
Is 07, we can't be fuck with
Try and die, motherfuckers
I run the world, it's on!

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