Picture yo body on top of me Picture yo body on top of me Picture yo body on top of me Picture yo body on top of me Think about it, think about it Massage your body
vibe that you giving me (you got my nature rising,nature rising) Picture yo body on top of me Picture yo body on top of me Picture yo body on top of me Picture yo body
what? Bad Boy Killaz (That's right bitch, Fuck em' all) Hahaha yeah nigga, fuck em' all (That's right bitch, Fuck em' all) Fuck all you muthafuckers Ay Yo
home one hundred tenth street Yo Cam you violent You remind me of your daddy Ey yo, don't you really mean my three dads Ooow mom stop Why you hittin me, stop CHORUS: 3
Watch The Flow Blow As If I Rap Thru A Fan, Man Everybody Knows From Sets Vargos To Varios That Chrome Shotty Give Your Body Holes And I Body Hoes Last
You body disappear into a dark zone - it on Im mad dogging you crib with my chrome Tapping yo phones at home Leave yo kids all alone - they gone Smoked
s before BET's Marie was Free So when you see us three on 2-3's In a '04 M3, in the back playin PS3 'Wear your glasses' like DMC Before your brain matter
body in the mud A couple of outta town niggaz trip in the club You don't wanna get yo check End it in 8 seconds, will split yo chest Like the fake Al
heavy? Is he petty? I was hungry shorty very yo, for heavy dough I need some heavy dro, Megalon in your stereo Ready to shoot the heady yo Yo! Lyrics
the picture clearer for you no-soul havin, knowledge of self braggin perpetrating (?) wearin who had to pay for your backin Three G's a-piece just to
it La-la-la-la-la (love it) La-la-la-la-la (live it) La-la-la-la-la (love it) La-la-la-la-la (live it) [VERSE 3: Mos Def] Well this is the way the big
, tea cups, ?? and designer jeans i got this call comin in, i'll hit ya back be prepared to cross our lines that connect-picture that Chorus: She left you all alone, so take my body
of me I separate yo' body with them hollow tips biologiest Photographies, picture me in yo' bedroom with a mask on Pistol to yo' head while you puttin' yo
the whole muthafuckin' clique We gon' hit yo' ass up, you know where we comin' from Death row biotch, ha, ha, ha, ay yo, Kurupt You first to blast nigga
tea cups, ?? and designer jeans i got this call comin in, i'll hit ya back be prepared to cross our lines that connect-picture that [Chorus:] She left you all alone, so take my body
4x] [Verse 3: DMX & Mary J. Blige (Busta Rhymes)] Swizz is the monster, X is the beast Fuckin' wit Bus, man everyday is a piece Stay off the streets,
