[Hook: Lotta Zay]
We them boys in the hood like I'm Doughboy
Had to kill the competition on my own y'all
Wanna see a dead body? Everybody, everybody
Wanna see a dead body? It's a body, it's a body
[Verse 1: Rum Nitty]
You ain't finna body shit
You be the embodiment
Of what gettin' bodied meant
Trust me I promise it
Respect my conglomerate
Or be comin' through bombin' shit
On my Osama shit
Don't get the poppin' lips
You did not like 2Pacalypse
Brrrr, put a stop to it
'Cause that K got a comma clip
Leave a shell in your omelette
I don't know how to cook
It's crumble inside the kush
This how a ridah look
Pull up and fire off
You get a magazine as soon as you try to book
I don't go by the book
Don't care what you yap about
We live what we rap about
Shit get hard, trap it out
Hustlers bring cavvy [?] out
Shooters bring ladders out
I go the savage route
Lookin' for the throne where my seat at
Talkin' 'bout the zone where the king at
.38 Long, I keep it
Nigga don't play, no recess
Bring the game back like a reset
You see that? Tryna find a way in like Keenen
[…] beamin', headshot steamin'
Do a nigga bad, no reason
I'll bodybag the whole region
You ain't finna […], you won't reach it
Tell 'em Mike Jack, nigga beat it
Slide like a VISA, let the iron peel: I'm anemic
Said he king, shit, he ain't mean it
Any-anybody get it
If somebody need it prolly did it
Dope-dope-dope flow and he kinda different
I go live, drive got a Henny kinda engine
I body whoever anybody mention, rah
Catch a body, I'ma catch a body
Quiet 'bout it, I can't tell nobody
I'm at your noggin if you ever try me
Shit be hella poppin', you need medics prolly
Fire escape how that ladder droppin'
Frontal lobe where the 'matic caught him
Brain-dead he be at the doctor
Tube in him like Zapp and Roger
Bitch I'm in the trenches, you ain't never 'round 'em
Got a couple killas you can catch around me
My loc be ridin' heavy, hope we drama ready
Slide the comma steady, you get all the Desi'
Brains is on your sweater, look like Mom's spaghetti
You was calm already, don't want drama really
Niggas not gon' check me, you get taught a lesson
Niggas young and reckless, better come protected
[Hook: Lotta Zay]
We them boys in the hood like I'm Doughboy
Had to kill the competition on my own y'all
Wanna see a dead body? Everybody, everybody
Wanna see a dead body? It's a body, it's a body
Oh Lord
[Verse 2: Rum Nitty]
My shooters grippin', they pay you a visit
Crucifixion—that's if you religious
Two sticks, I come out the bag
With these 30 pieces like Judas did it (Lotta Zay: oh Lord)
Let me regroup a minute
I've been layin' low just coolin' with it
Not too much music with it
Gotta excuse me, I've been out the loop a minute
Now I'm pullin' out the bags, get to zippin' up chumps
Too many bodies for the hidin' and not a big enough trunk
Actin' like I done already zipped him up once
You was like a mullet cut: you got the business up front
Dissin' everybody, I'll zip anyone up
Niggas don't fear a killa 'til you sit in front one
Got the type of smoke I don't think anyone want
Copped the Glock 23 with the Cinnabon drum
Off the 151, Rum pissin' dumb drunk
Finna fuck somebody life up if they want some
Had the spotlight, you ain't lit it up once
Homie had the strap, you ain't lift it up once
You don't got me in your conversation
Nigga dick-eatin' or probly hatin'
Give me respect or I'ma take it
Or you niggas dead is a understatement
So don't be talkin' crazy
Like I wasn't poppin' lately
'Cause I waited to hit these pussies at the right time: ovulation
You got some drama waitin'?
Bitch, I'm a Thomas baby
Good amount we stead mob on haters
Killas rush up on you like they body paintin'
Get it crackin': Ronald Reagan
Be a trauma patient
Fuck "Your Honor," I can't give a honest statement
.40 on me, I go […] crazy
Oklahoma bomber, blow the spot up, make me do it
Short nigga with a short temper, make me lose it
Through the scope I got my eye on you: I'm like a Hoosier
Pop the trunk, I make you fit inside like a booster
MHO, we takin' over, nigga this the movement
Go against the squad? Don't be stupid
Told you I'ma kill 'em with the music
Everybody movin', I don't just be rappin' 'bout shootin'
I lay a nigga out like a blueprint
Name a nigga that's from the city that can outbar me
I'm just callin' shit how I see it, ain't bein' cocky
I've been all over the map catchin' these homi's
And they pay me for the way I be slayin', they just a homi
Killin' 'em off the top, you get bodied, that's how I'm rockin'
Nitty been hotter than the middle of August, I'm bein' honest
You want a problem, then we pushin' a Pontiac pullin' up on 'em
Nitty be hoppin' up outta the van
With the yopper and get to choppin'
[Hook: Lotta Zay]
We them boys in the hood like I'm Doughboy
Had to kill the competition on my own y'all
Wanna see a dead body? Everybody, everybody
Wanna see a dead body? It's a body, it's a body
Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord