Juicy J - Bodyparts 2 lyrics

(DJ Paul) Yeah, we back up in this mothaf**a Prophet motherf**in' Posse ho Three 6 mafia, M-Child A whole bunch of mothaf**as And ready to do this sh** You wanna f** a ho Then Wait until you're back When the war's gone b**h You better recognize you motherf**in' s**as Thinkin' that I'm for the 9-7 Once again, it's on Bout to pull yo' motherf**in' a** in b**h Woow, woow, woow woow woow woo (DJ Paul) Now when they comes to the hood I be like black in my zone Now when it comes to parts of the body I got more than Autozone In the middle of fashion I got to keep it like rockin' And people callin' it green That smoke how much I like it Again it's up to him I need to let some shots off And Dj Paul with Teflon also take that bulletproof off But when they jump, I pump To put some murderin' punks And then I dump all his bodyparts into my trunk (Lord Infamous) Scarecrow Play I'mma terror from The End I'll watch that body explode If they retaliate I blast I think about you won't find them bloody clothes k** 'em though Don't you know I want to get rid of those faked up hoes It's the city of Memphis Watch me witness how this n***a unload Rage make me regularly, force me blood I feed ya' hot lead slugs and watch you drip like fudge I'm nuts You got no crips You got no heart You n***as from the start I want to fill my f**ing backyard with your bodyparts (Gangsta Boo) Wussup mista trick Do you wanna get with this Pimp type a** b**h down with the Triple 6 My Lexus trunk or Viper Prophet Posse nothin' nicer In this f**in' body parts through the air Cause we come to get it crunk Several bodies in my trunk Never denyin', always highin' f** you playa hatin punks Always stayin' on the top Look at the Billboard Charts Prophet Posse takin' over n***a now we got you high (M-Child) I don't know you Why the f** you all in my grill I'm stackin' buck on you n***as, stay so so trill You ain't no k**a My n***as leave a schedule Go to sleep Sleepin' with the lights on, ho you caustious of me Me and about 80 mo' motherf**as who comin' Throwin' 5 billion (??) While your b**h a** runnin' We be the Prophet definition meanin' click so tight M-Child, Orange Mound, smokin' out every night, b*tch!!!! (Juicy J) I met this fool last week Who said he slangin' double keys Also had a group of bustin' all tall and some like, green ink What you think I was tryin' to plan a robbin' spree So I drove a low key car Tryin' to fool the streets Curve after curve I return tryin' not to swerve Knowin' by the hour I be chippin' up my bag of herbs (??) herb AK's all kinds a guns Till the n***a pulled his car to the side and stopped the run (Scanman) Please don't test these murderers Slugs I will pump at your gut Scan from the k**a Klan Kaze I will dump your bodyparts into my trunk Let's go ride then play a game What's the game The game of names Now which, which one would you choose Which ever you choose you lose, you lose (Droopy Drew Dog) First Time on the maximum, don't be a trick To see them hatas talk sh** but they don't know the deal Dope sella BHZ's where I dwell-ah They looked into the barrel of my chin black Barretta Ratta Tatta is all you heard To see you n***as comin' up In the (???) But watch the game Cause you don't got no friends Droopy Drew Dog self made to the end (Crunchy Blac) Check this here n***as will, rob and steal, mob and k** And it feel They don't feel What I feel, then I fill Them buck will Bullet lead two to the head Then I lay them in graves That I dig Just for them Yes it is (Project Pat) Slammin' bones, throwin' leaks Puttin' b**hes in there clicks Kaze in this motherf** Down we Prophet click Clack boom doom for you hatas and you realas Mossberg slug to your grill You can feel this Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it don't you see me Project Pat is down But ain't no f**in' damn fool We ridin' drinkin' dankin' bodies stankin' I can smell them well And if the police pull us over I'm the first to bail (Indo G) Jackin' and packin' and takin' those fakin' a** b**hes That thinkin' that all of us is red instead While I drop this track I flack (??) I'm straight from very bone To the motherf**a filin' out I'm the first See Triple 6, It's on b**h every mud up in a source bone I don't wanna k** a motha, betta get a motherf**er for talkin' that sh** Huh, I don't wanna k** a motherf**er, betta get a motherf**er for Crossin' my click b**h Boogety boogety bang bang n***a blew your brains On the motherf**in' wood grain n***a Pullin' the trigga like uhh die n***a uhh die n***a (K Roc) Motherf**er K Roc I dump but what I see in my trunk See me after k**a Klan Seein' that K Roc solo burn Makin' up in my green Prophet Posse my n***as Gimme that forty Glock In my (??) pullin' that trigga I see traitors lookin' at playa hatas Fakin' while we blast our gat I don't know where you're at But hata I better witness a (??) If a n***a don't believe me, tricks afraid in front of the car To that ditch I dumped all his bodyparts into my trunk