Hiding behind the shadows, I'll be waiting in the dark To drive this blade straight through your heart I'll drag your body to the car as blood races down
clutching, busting the trigger, talk that shit, fuck around and get ride by us [Cali Niggas] Eastwood ------ Ay, whose back in the 'Lac on white walls, big body
The drop'll slaughter many, strictly off illegal entry It's elementary Watson, I drive a Benz not a Datsun Before my kicks hit the stage, we've been Foot Lock-in Body
, yeah Girl, I do appreciate you spendin' this time with me Here alone, girl, you know the night above me Out of everywhere in the world, I'd rather be with you I can count the things one by
to murder A federal prosecuting drug-dealing witness But that's how it is in the business And I'm in it, physically gaining power Constantly counting up cash by
path with Unseen murderous precision Night has fallen all are victims of his dark intentions One by one... the count of bodies grow Leading to... the life who drives
damn if I'll ever try to survive at courtside Four tickets to fly rap or play ball do the game Or duck the drive by Idols in the sky, look at how they
two, three, body count One, two, three, everybody count One, two, three, body count I check my other pocket more bodies found [Verse 1: Fabolous] More bodies I'm back for more bodies
guilty conscience drive him on He can't give her what she needs He wants to give her what he thinks she wants Her sad-eyed face, his empty pockets drive
, take a step back) It's all big talk until something happens The words mean nothing til they're followed by actions Keep your mouth moving but your body
street life Nobody wants to play with me so I'm drillin' them I'll be back like Swords nigga, so I can finish killin' them If you want music to drive-By
do that drive by, listen for a second Why you need a 45 when your mind is a weapon If you use it like you 'posed to than you could be Malcolm X Instead of counting body
of them King Kong and Godzilla mixed up together While I'm blessing them It's wrong for niggas to mix us together Cus I'm better than every fucking body
can do this like men Or talk it out real right Or do it my way and drive by later on tonite Break in your house hang your sister by her shirt Bury
, why? You'll die! I can make ya missin fuckin with the unforgiven, cop killer, blood spiller, but still a million seller. Run and tell your fuckin mother, Body Count
counts, It's a picture of a picture of a whore holding a picture of a john. I was looking for what I loved... In the chemical fields by ammonia light
body count I believe it's 6 going on 7 now I've been dreaming about you in a pool of your own blood with your eyes gouged out by the work of my thumbs