Point Blank - Dead Bodies lyrics

Artist: The Terrorists f/ Point Blank Album: Terror Strikes - Always Bizness, Never Personal Song: Dead Bodies [Dope-E] Look around and tell me what you see Nothing but catastrophes bother Dope-E This ain't a game, n***a, I don't f** around I stuff your body in a garbage can downtown See, that's the hardcore life of the street game With freaks attained, a n***a's face get rearranged... Into bloody play-doh, that's the way it go And by the time you think you know the time it ain't no mo' You see, I'm just waiting for a fool So I could use his blood for my backyard pool Damn, these n***as think of bullsh** and f** all that hitting I'ma let my 9 start clicking I did a job, I had to rob the mob All their a** died cause they can't squab Terrorist style, battle to the very end So many fatal weapons, I'm taking out all your men And with my rifle and a scope to spot them I'ma shoot my whole column till I doubt em and got them You better wish upon a f**ing star Cause when my blood heats up, I'm hotter than steaming tar Dead bodies... Sending out a d**h shout to my boy Point Blank...May he rest in Peace... (What? They did k** my n***a Blank..?) [Point Blank] No, ah-ah...That's bullsh**... I'm a walking corpse waking up from a deep sleep Balming fluid in my body, still counting sheep With a 100 dead men watching my back I die smoking primos, they die smoking crack Now it's time to us to raise And all the n***as that dissed me in the past: suprise I get crazy thoughts that make me laugh Like put you in the ground, dig you up and then k** your a** How that sound, Dope? (It sound good to me...) What about you, Ganksta Nip? (86 them, n***a speak...) So if ya need more info check the mail Cause mark the beginning of Blank's blood trail And if you make it to the end I put a pistol to my head cause you gotta be a rough man But ain't no n***a harder than the Point Blank So b**h, you owe me apology (I'm sorry!) P-O-I-N to the mothaf**ing T Blank Wreck sh** like a tank, dank... Makes me get ill, that's why the mothaf**ing morgue is filled Full of dead bodies... [Dope-E] Reminiscing about way back when... As roggish as I was I should've been in the pen k**ing ain't no thang, I must be insane Snatch a little girl's umbrella and ask her could she stand the rain My brains is disa**embled, life I can't handle But that's what I get for throwing away my brain instruction manual Robbed an old lady, went to court didn't care Cause I beat on the ear till her hearing was impaired The judge could convict me, on where that occurred Cause the pipe I beat her with made her speak with a slur I'm dissing, but never ever, kissing the next man's bu*t Don't make me get my pump Chump change, pennies, nickles and dimes I need bus fair, give it here, it's mine South Park brotha from the south y'all and don't you ever run up on me And try to scold me, or even bluff me, you better off shoot me It takes a whole task force to handcuff me I'm strong, street smart is the way to be No hesitation, I strike instantly like a cobra You better off staying sober, living on the edge, looking over your Shoulder I'm a maniac, when I react I attack... With a baseball bat with intentions to crack... Skulls and ribs, leaving mortal remains Temporary insanity, I'm forever deranged Now look at me and tell me what you see How old do I look cause I can only count to three I need an education, to give me hope I need some money, so now I'm selling dope... E behind bars, a cement wall With no one to write to or no one to call And if I ever have a change to do it over I would do it just like I did before: hardcore Leaving dead bodies... Leaving dead bodies... Dead bodies...