Body Bag
Cam'ron, Fabolous, DJ Drama, Vado
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Yo Fab what up nigga Funeral Service, Killa Season, Slime Flu Lot of shit going on Let's get ready to go in though Huh, I said, ice in a ceramic van? Dammit Cam, Cam is stuntin' Weed in a picnic basket, bastard hit the panic button Over a piece of paper, street sweepers, meat cleavers Deep freezer, meet your maker, place your order, we the waiters Coke, keep the caters, instigators, keep the flavours Main course, meat potatoes, keep your favours, see ya later The crew Tommy, 'Ye, black and grey, we the Raiders Diamonds in my ear, please baby these are lasers, haters Front on me? Huh, I doubt it punk Pop the trunk, my goons, high noon, out to lunch The D&G bag? That's where the weed stash Keep cash, breeze past, f*ck y'all, eat glass My tank on full, ease gas Stay on point with the white, (like who?) Steve Nash Gun go in the waist, dun' dough, I get cake Me and funeral Fab, front row at your wake Hit 'em up, shotty blast, zipped up, body bag Fifth tucked, then what? Bullets hit your body fast We beatin' murderers with the same lawyer Gotti had Tie him to a pick-up truck and watch his body drag Hit 'em up, shotty blast, zipped up, body bag Fifth tucked, then what? Bullets hit your body fast We beatin' murderers with the same lawyer Gotti had Tie him to a pick-up truck and watch his body drag Funeral, Killa, this just got very scary All the competitions in the cemetery buried Jesus piece, rosary, black white canary jerry Pardon me, it's the God in me, marry Mary But all them long stairs/stares ain't necessary, hear me? Cannon with me, not the one Mariah Carey carry I'm talking sawed offs and 4 fizzys? F*ck knocking on the door, to blow the doors off, it's more easy I'm at the top floor of the Waldorf, for four seazys Nickname, never caught off the floor seazys Tonight they lost fought Lakers ask Walt Frazier We had a little bet, wouldn't say a vault breaker But watch your mouth, I'm not the best insult taker I make them call the yellow tapers and the chalk tracers They got names for niggas like y'all, it's called "fakers" They should put anthrax in your salt shakers Hit 'em up, shotty blast, zipped up, body bag Fifth tucked, then what? Bullets hit your body fast We beatin' murderers with the same lawyer Gotti had Tie him to a pick-up truck and watch his body drag Hit 'em up, shotty blast, zipped up, body bag Fifth tucked, then what? Bullets hit your body fast We beatin' murderers with the same lawyer Gotti had Tie him to a pick-up truck and watch his body drag
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