you would die, Hit my mom once more and it's bye-bye [Chorus:] Who are you tryin' to judge me ? Get the fuck out my face Who put you so above me ? Clear
No, help It's the killin' floor, killin' floor Yeah, ah, killin' floor No, killin' floor Ah, killin' floor Body count muthafuckas
bye-bye [Chorus:] Who are you tryin' to judge me ? Get the fuck out my face Who put you so above me ? Clear the fuck out my space You say that I want
me from here? Can you see me, hoe? Picture me rollin And all you punk police -- can you see me? Am I clear to you? Picture me rollin nigga, legit
me from here? Can you see me, hoe? Picture me rollin And all you punk police -- can you see me? Am I clear to you? Picture me rollin nigga, legit Free
one heartbeat In a devoted grave is where they'll sleep They are the passion in a city of hate Watching two families quarrel ruining lover's fate, You are
let me count the ways while I count my scars I count for paydays but I still count stars can't count counterclockwise I gotta count yards so don't count
to kill Got to get that body count Remember kids and chickens count Get that body count The platoon got an order to attack a village After you're through, you
out i saw you searching for a body count after the storm passed over caution caution this is where i draw the line this is where you stand beside the
Tag team baby - you are too much Tag team baby - a scissor lock Tag team baby - just wanna rock On the ropes you're losing hope In a hold we'll put you
my passenger seat are like my sheets Stains where I came and change once a week Bad habits could drop like crack addicts with rock A girls tryin to count
and weill see who's got some skills, I mean, if you got 'em you got 'em and if you don't (I got skins. I got skins.) ...you're over. So Mista Lawnge,
, type mentality [Blaze:] I'll shoot you in the day, like my heater stay on toast And Grundy build a casket for you as soon as you a ghost I got an itchy
you're on fire. There's a tempest raging on and on in my body. You picked your battles, I just loved to fight. lost some, won some, then I lost count. You
found moving every inch around you to defuse your private bomb i stretch myself surrounding and protecting you from harm i use a wallet for your mouth so when you bite you
fuckin' niggas with their fancy cars. Who gave them fuckin' niggas those rock guitars? Who let 'em in the club? Did you make 'em pay? Who let 'em on the
starin, Body Count the street vets, known to get your chest wet! Do you know who you're fuckin with? The ill niggas! You're fuckin with the kill niggas! You
bloodly body be beggin me You know what you should've capped like 2 pac with a glock They're deadly, better not upset my thug mentality sucker You know you