50 Cent - Body Bags lyrics

n***a, (yeah), n***a, you know I don't f** with them n***as. Them n***as p**y. s**a a** n***as. I don't like either one (I don't even like 'em). But the other night I'm in the gambling spot. n***a come up in here - boom - hit the door. "Get the f** on the floor, b**h, get down on the floor." I turn around like, "what?" n***as like, "get down!" (When was this?) I'm like, "n***a, I got on white linen." f** it, I mean we gotta k** what we eat, right? It's not a problem, it's really not a problem. Southside Okay, the dope addin' up, the coke addin' up The smoke addin' up, my pockets are fattened up I got b**hes in my bedroom, nerds on computers Diamonds 'round my neck, straps for my shooters I made it, look ma', I made it I grind so hard to get here I can't be faded I got lawyers on the line, five different kinds Five different crimes, same .45 Got a plan to turn to premise, see, a n***a ain't lyin' Cause they ain't gon' say I did it and I ain't gon' say I did it And I might go back and forth to court, better bet I get acquitted Can you dig it? n***a, can you dig it? sh** changed, a n***a ain't broke I had a safe size as a shoe box, it felt like a vault Now I got real money, that "f** how you feel" money That "n***a, you look at me wrong, get k**ed" money You gon' be part of my body bag ritual Hop out, hammer out to get at you You gon' be part of my body bag ritual .45 lettin' off some sh** at you You gon' be put in a body bag You won't get a chance to fire back I peep my swag in the mirror, I think I got a crush on me I don't want no wack b**hes touchin' me Tailor-made threads, satin sheets on my bed Get a b**h sea-sick, waves all on my head Diamonds in my ear, Baccarat chandelier Gabbana underwear, I'm so fly it ain't fair Every day a different dime piece Rose Gold, a different time piece Hublot, AP or rollie Your b**h and your j**eler know me, homie I'm bulletproof, go 'head, take a shot at me You be a dead n***a like the last one that got at me My shirt level three so I ain't got a vest on My heart like ice, my chest like teflon I'm a nightmare right here, just me and my knife, n***a Don't let me find out you ain't 'bout that life, n***a It's doomsday, I mean goon day I get the orders, like, "air out the room, Dre" You gon' be part of my body bag ritual Hop out, hammer out to get at you You gon' be part of my body bag ritual .45 lettin' off some sh** at you You gon' be put in a body bag You won't get a chance to fire back The mollies had a shorty a** trippin' strippin' in my kitchen Push my thumb in her a** while I was strokin' her kitten I be in my own zone, still clutchin' the chrome Talk state of the art, [?] My pa**port need pages, I'm f**in' round' out in London Jetlag from jets, wrist lit baguettes Trippin' in my charm, look b**h, I'm a don So sh** go how I say it go, f** if I'm right or wrong My paper long, bomb kush in the bong It feels like I'm dreamin' cause a n***a on I'm so far from a hammy down, I'm out in Miami now My b**h no speak no ingles, she fresh off the boat She give me neck, what you expect? I got connects for the dope I'm no joke, blow 30k on the coke, stuff ten in the coat n***a, front, I'll have a hand full of dreadlocks b**h, I hit your a** with a headshot You gon' be part of my body bag ritual Hop out, hammer out to get at you You gon' be part of my body bag ritual .45 lettin' off some sh** at you You gon' be put in a body bag You won't get a chance to fire back