Grey, Thutmose — Body Count
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YeahBody, body, body, bodyDid Grand Theft Auto really teachYou how to shoot down helicopters there?Yeah, yeah, I do, it’s just X, A, right trigger
I got a hunger, I got a feverAnd it just won’t quitI got a temper, I got a bulletWith your name on itEverybody wonders what it’s like on top
I don’t gotta wonder ’cause I call the shotsI got a hunger, I got a feverI got a fresh hit list
My blood runs cold and my feet run fasterI still got heart, I hear a heart don’t matterSay what you want and it’ll be your last wordsIt ain’t a secret, I got a hit listAnd baby, you’re up next
Stack ’em up, stack ’em upTeach ’em not to fuck with meRack ’em up, rack ’em upLet ’em know who runs these streetsTake ’em down, take ’em downCount ’em out like one, two, threeAdd a-na-na-na-na-na-na-nother one (Yeah)To the body count
You think you can stop me, yeah
Oh man, that’s so funny, yeahI’ll pull out the Uzi, blow your brains outThen I’m nutting, yeahThis is not a game, ayy, this is not for fame, yeahBaby, I’m deranged, but fuck it, I can’t complain, yeahPsycho in my vein (Ayy), shootin’ with no aim (Ayy)Cleanin’ out my chopper (Ayy), bring it out and it let it bangI might be insane (Ayy), my thoughts is to blame (Ayy)I’ve been hurt many times, now you gotta feel my painI’ve seen bodies on bodies, bodies on bodiesBodies on bodies, mm-hmmGo in through the lobby, leave in a AudiHands all bloody, mm-hmmRidin’ with the top off, roof look like it’s chopped offGrand Theft Auto taught me how to shoot down helicoptersBullet with your name on it, spray it, let it rain on ’emTold you not to fuck with meThat heartless all the same to me, I got so much rage in meTold you not to fuck with me (Yeah, yeah)
I got a sickness (Got a sickness), you wouldn’t want this (Nah)It’s comin’ down real bad (Real bad, real bad)You brought a dull knife (Yeah) into a gun fight (Woo)You better watch your back (Watch your back, boy)Don’t you ever wonder what it’s like on top (Yeah)I don’t gotta wonder ’cause I’m never not (Yuh)I got a sickness (Got a sickness), I got a hit list (Got a hit list)And baby, you’re up next (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
My blood runs cold (Runs cold) and my feet run faster (Runnin’, baby)I still got heart (Uh, yeah),I hear a heart don’t matter (Doesn’t matter)Say what you want (What you want) and it’ll be your last words (Yeah)It ain’t a secret (Yeah), I got a hit list (What?)And baby, you’re up next (Woo, woo, yeah)
Stack ’em up (Stack ’em up), stack ’em up (Stack ’em up, yeah)Teach ’em not to fuck with me (Fuck)Bag ’em up (Bag ’em up), bag ’em up (Bag ’em up, yeah)Let ’em know who runs these streets (Yeah)Take ’em down, take ’em down (Take ’em down, down)Count ’em out like one, two, three (Yeah)Add a-na-na-na-na-na-na-nother one (Another one)To the body count
