Body Bags Lyrics

[Cory Gunz]
Get Ready. Get setted Steady. Bloody Spaghetti Shredded. Heavy debted. Credently For bludging get jelly-spread. The melody let me let it. go medly Lindsey at it. coke addicts with envy. n nicole richie n britneys habit. cass, a lotta rappers seem militant, n be itchin' addicts . puttin nuthin but wood on da shelves like a kitchen cabinet. if i feel da static. i peel the matic. yall gets the static. the cal. will go sporedic. (bling). thats not so radical come to no compatible establishment. U broke-nose, for tryin' to mike jones my Ozone. behold embarrassment shit im *heared* as an Afghani terrorist im poppa's tool when im trying to bring yall Hailly Marias Take a risk *eating brew fever*, stare at dis. u dont live M.O.B. . . u nuthin but a queer therapist. N*** my M.O.B. get that money. even no T. no penalty. when no C. that dinero B. That all i see mentally. i shift yall from manual to automatic physically. chemistry cant infiltrate my men in street. we in da street - you industry. LARCENY, militia N****. march wit us. if not, cass put em on sum whole nother chart from us. Body Bags.
[Cassidy]
Yeah, That's What I'm Talkin' Bout Cory Gunz, We Gotta Refresh These Niggas Memories, I Guess They Got Amnesia And Forgot That We Bout Our Business. Lets Get Em'
I got my hand on my damn cock/ And i coped a gun so big it could probubly kill handcock/ I aint a rat, me talkin to the damn cops/ Is like lewis Fericon eatin hamhocks/ Imma gorilla but im slicker than a damn fox/ Been cool since pre-school playin in the sand box/ [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/body-bags-lyrics-cassidy.html ] Imma hustla i used to hand tha gram na' I can stand on the corner sellin gram after gram ha'/ And no im not from japan ha'/ It just look like its asian in me/ cuz i keep the hasian in me/ I been in jail, I got a couple 100 dayz ^ n me/ But i still keep the ak and the razor wit me/ I ball hard so other ballers is afraid to stick me/ Cuz if i get fouled ill probubly shoot the teck/ And you can be the next nigga ill shoot to def/ I wild-out,But if i foul out ill shoot the ref/ Im happy when im in the coupe' but the roof depressed/ Cuz i always put them down the trunk is where i put them now/ I got doe, ever since 0 put a pound in my hand/ I been the man, you should put the crown on my dome/ im on the phone havin conference callz/ wit millionare "yeah" looked what i accomplished ya'll/ And i aint tryna take a life i got a contience ya'll/ Plus the cops send you ^ north like the compass ya'll/ I was 17 living out in yanker ya'll/ Signed to RuffRiders wit a flow that was bonkers ya'll/ I can even lie, you can BMY, you can ask swiss too, SB and kiss too/ you can ask DMX, the female Pitt 2/ and they'll let you know all the battles i had to get threw/ You can ask dragon sheek about how i had to eat/ thousands of muffuckaz, YUP, man i had the streets/ But aint no money in battlin'/ And i had to eat/ I can spit reckless but i had to make a hit record/ And now i make hit record after hit record/ And i make chicks get naked like this check it/ I juss lick my lips on some LL shit/ and make em' laugh on some david chappelle shit/ and they be on some lets go to the hotel shit/ and i give em' hard dick on some just got out of jail shit/ The innocent man, been in the Can/ And i neva made a statement never been on the stand/ And its all about the benjamins man...real talk/ and you dude cant walk in my timbalands man/ and m y sneeks dont fit you/ the streets dont fuck wit you/ And i sip champain/ And i throw back shots/ and smoke pot the color of a Apple Jacks box/ I rap but i sold crack rocks/ And had the block jumpin like the frogs on the honey smacks box/ YOU DIGG EM"....BODY BAGS!!!!!!!!!!