But it gets so fucky cold When it's late at night Leave the foxholes on their own Do you sleep well at night? Body count, feeling hot Body count, keeping
it gets so fucky cold When it's late at night Leave the foxholes on their own Do you sleep well at night? Body count, feeling hot Body count, keeping
(feat. E-40, Mack 10) [E-40:] Aight, one O this E Fizee I gotta, I gotta thank my math teacher 'Count Dracula' Who just teaches a brother how to, you
but it's too late Cause I popped hI'm with the H.K. pop Miggety gun between the Crabs with me strap with me Nine Buck buck buck buck buck E-Ricket always
, I'm sick of talking" About to wreck your body from L.A. to New York and Back to L.A., I'm out like O.J. Yet I'm "F-R-E-S-H" [Chorus: Woman Vocalist
E-G-T-H-E-R-A-P C-A-P-O-N-E-D-A-Y-T-O-N-A-V-E [Chorus: x4] D-O-to the P-E-D-A-Y-T-O-N-A-V-E a killa (G, D-A-Y-T-O-N killa) F-L-I-N-T don't wanna see
your forced to face And conclude that your thirst is quenched by Deep Puddles "Ay this shit is dope!", but our conversation to you is suttle You gotta hit that R-E
pond, And I hope you catchin' onto every line, Who am I? Hook: The Best Rapper Alive (Yep) x4 Swagger right (check) Game tight And they gone R-E-S-P-E
rolled) Quick babies in that doe (that doe) Now I'm so fuckin buzzed bout to faint (bout to faint) Sittin back watch R Kelly tapes (Kelly's tapes) E'
P-O, P-I,M-P, we be P-A,P-E-R...chase [Chorus:] Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase [Verse
count money My nickname is Billy I'm a motherfucking star My penthouse so high That my address is Mars Auto oil rig Now my bank counts Arabian Yacht so
acts from here to Tahiti It's a one two three count, and I'm knockin out without a doubt (Why E?) I got clout! Homeboy you should know, I'm de commando
last in the game, throughout my fame I'm focused man, the E stay the same Hate when folks call me out my name Damn Lord, heal my body Cause I'm mad enough
in a chess game with the devil I only move with the Highest, I'm hazardous like L.A. riots And I'm-a keep spreadin' until I got a body count like a virus
guns, better hold your tongue And grab a hang of this hear, out for the C.R.E.A.M. this year So light your clip, filled with rose hips to smoke it! [
