you drop let me see youturn around and gimme wat you got lite feet to tha beat turn ya back on da haters every body turn around now do the ice-breaker
my boy Noke D What's up Blue, what's up Far E-T My lil' brother D-Gotti, right beside me 5"8' pushing weight, don't take him lightly Can't forget Ronnie
yesterday We already eating yall tryna make reservae We making movies while yall sit on couches pressing play Mmoney aint on your mind, what you thinking doesn?t count
I want my old life back While, you count your money stack As, I ice my broken back Paint thinner in a fresh wound, can't fight these infections in my body
wildest dreams Boy... [GZA] For some, the sun will never come out tomorrow Like those in this heart pounding tale of random horror Of a body count, after
Where fans online like I invented the laptop My black Godfather to match my black revolver With bullets that'll tear through your vest and body armor
with the sticker Kickin out girls that's nicety Yo, I gotta body count like Ice-T From here to New York I get skins and ain't talkin bout pork Swine,
Yeah,Body count's in the house Yeah,Zulu Nation's in the house Yeah,Ice T's in the house,yeah [verse one] You go on and on and you don't stop Got sticky
day I die I can't go straight, I won't even try I'm stuck in the game, so don't ask me why It's life in L.A. I lowride and I sag and cuss I cover my
still shining Niggas kept complaining so I copped more diamonds Rock more Versace, ain't nothing sweet I still throw t'ree in your body, fleeing the party Y'all can't
it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't) Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed) Got it locked down (locked down, locked down) And you won't
met this girl Who said she wouldn't freak me for nothin in the world" Out of all the things that Aladdin thought She stole him a body, just couldn't
hang the traitor body at the east gate I'm now a legitimate suspect Studying e-straight He can't breathe proper, cuz he eat steak Shit can fuckin'-fuckin
with the stick Ah, but that's nasty, cause I got a Body Count like Ice-T I live in New York, I get them skins, and I ain't talking about pork Your sly
folders sippin bola holdin mad payola Slangin a Coke without the Cola Me and black don't fake jacks but we might sling one It ain't no shame in our game
the stick Ah, but that's nasty, cause I got a body count like Ice Tea From in New York I get them skins, and I ain't talking about pork Your sly, you
so hard, you can't take it from me, My poetry be so real, you can't bring it like me. [Chorus x2] [M-Child] My organization ain't got no fucking time
my English is old 40 down grab yourself an ice cold colt 45 feeling alive drunk as fuck in the daylight i'm ready to die! [Chorus:] sometimes, sometimes i count