Project Pat - Body Parts lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul & Gangsta Boo] Yeah! Scale-A-Ton advocates Wuh, and we Da motherf**ing Mafia Six Cla**ic sh**, Body Parts, who we got in this motherf**er? Koopsta Knicca, Gangsta Boo, Lord Infamous, Crunchy Black La Chat, Locodunit, Lil Wyte, Skinny Pimp, JGRXXN Kokoe, Point Blank, Project Pat WHAT? Mafi-Mafia, what's up wit' it doe? Mafia, Mafi-Mafia, what's up wit' it doe, wit' it doe And I know y'all didn't think I was gonna leave my boy Juicy J out this motherf**er [Verse 1: Juicy J] Juicy J I keep them shooters They gun you down cause I say so Talking all that tough sh** Now what the f** you n***as scared for? Lay up off that action They don't do no rapping Ain't got sh** to lose They grab them choppers and start clapping Pull up at your moma house, everybody is a victim n***a we don't leave no witness, we be gone on a mission Gone, now you going to miss Them choppers on them snow pistols Couple hundred rounds gunned you down sh**'s just like some missiles Many of these n***as ain't straight n***as ain't getting no cake n***as ain't flipping no weight n***as just getting in the way 40 you say say, try me, make my day Point them guns your way and now you ain't got no face Oh we in the game and them n***as that focus on somebody that playin' with yall so gucci My n***a I stunt, I will snatch up your dollars When I'm in the club I got 100 bottles You hating a** n***as you ain't got no spine They run up on my watch, so I can't watch no time Not only a threat, I'm also the best You gon' have to learn to accept it like d**h [Verse 2: Koopsta Knicca] Which one of you f** n***as wanna test me Real goons, real me, they gone call the police Siren sounds, get dis b**h up out this hoe I had to show his cover ,snatchin' nuts up out they throat North Memphis beat down, caught 'em on the rebound Deftones, Funky Town, cry now, gun sound Dead mane broke parts, more to get pulled apart Koopsta too hard ,my god, body parts [Verse 3: Skinny Pimp] Chrome 40 mag, when you got 'em stuck Ran through the hood, then you ran for the door Got a whole lot of bands but it's not for sale Real street n***as don't hide here Ducking and dodging the cops and sh** [?] But it bounce right back at big Mafia six They can't keep Skinny Pimp in this b**h With DJ Paul, Gangsta Boo, Scarecrow, Crunch' and Koop We breaking the law, damn they down my door, it's a fact y'all We turning it up, put to hood [?] All of us gots a plug n***as ain't got no money but still trying to f** with us [Verse 4: Lil Wyte] And I got that thang changed, I hope you ready for what has begun Dumped all this body parts in my trunk, and I did that there just for fun Paul told me a long time ago "This tape will come" And it's finally here I got blonde hair, blue eyes, [?] my german blood is that pure Now I'm all the way gone ho when you need this sh** Get blessed like you done sneezed or some sh** I'm starting a new religion and The Scarecrow Will be my beacon b**h Mafia for life with me, my third I will always see a six I'm fully involved will all of this, it's Lil Wyte till I'm deceased b**h [Verse 5: Crunchy Black] I'm all about my business, I'm all about my bread Shoot these motherf**ers head in the head I'mma make sure all you motherf**ers dead Catch a n***a slipping, hit him with the bat Duct-Duct tape them, that's what I said Check from over there, look up under the bed All a n***a came for was motherf**ing bread Mafia Six in this motherf**ing b**h [Verse 6: La Chat] La Chat b**h, I'm wrecking sh** b**h talking, texting and sh** [?] [?], respect this b**h Lips still in my game mane, right hand's my gun hand f**ed up, we getting f**ed up, that bull sh**, f** you say? Bodies we be slaying, f** you we dump them in your trunk No remorse for all these haters, run them down like Forest Gump Crestwood is my hood, and I rep it all day I'm the madest desert eagle till the twos wanna play [Verse 7: Project Pat] Pat'aahh Chopper on the floor, work on the stove Loud to my lips, smoke out my nose All these bands, I be jugging on my hustle, on my grind You get f**ed up little p**y with my fingers on this nine Cut the gra** like a lawnmower, like a rake Fought you n***as like Django, quick as a snake Anything for the money, [?] With the pistols upside your head I'm like d**h checkmate Project like the Rolex's and them Breitling's Duffel bag full of motherf**ing dead white meat Thought you b**h p**y was on lock down like a pimp But I smashed on the a** like [?] [Verse 8: Locodunit] Ready for 09's, ain't got a role model You f** with my high, you're not going to roll right Breaking two gold bottles, hang with the real Chill with the real robbers, k**ers and pill poppers We cuffing that sh** and them n***as that steal choppers f** you feel about this? Real lane Scale-A-Ton tatted on my arm, drawn in my palms Kush between my index and my thumb, exhale from my lungs Load the Tommy Gun, split the tongues, k** them one by one Dump all the body parts into my trunk [Verse 9: Point Blank] Didn't give a f** about yesterday, don't give a f** today And tomorrow I'm probably going to feel the same f**ing way They love you when I hit it, hate me when I miss it So much yack in system you can smell it when I'm pissing I smoke like a broke down engine I love my money like I love my women Let me show you how to whip it Let me show you how to pack it Let me show you how to sell it Let me show you how to stack it Pillow talking with these rest might get you excited But don't let the pillow talk get you green lighted Now I'm in the mix with the Mafia Six, but I breathe H-Town I'mma die coalition, coalition Told you once, told you a million motherf**ing times I'm like a shredder, don't get caught up in my f**ing grind Mix me with that sh**, it's the wrong night Body parts, hope it's them b**h n***as I don't like [Verse 10: J-Green, aka JGRXXN] Monkey a** n***as sit banana clips (aye) And water n***as 'bout to make me click (them) f**ing with the Six catch a hollow tip I never go, never without my click Ana for you n***as to the grizzle And n***as think they superman, so you can get your issue Six million ways to put them in the trunk JGreen on the scene, put the body parts in dump [Verse 11: Kokoe & DJ Paul] I'm the hardest Mexican, out of west L.A Talk that sh** your body end up in the f**ing bay All I listen to is Eazy and N.W.A Now I'm riding with the Mafia, homie here to spray Numb k**ers, drug dealers, cap-pealers And hoes that never catch feelings Cut the check, I cut your neck, put you in a body bag Because your boy never ever ever have respect for a snitch Nah b**h (Don't want it) Nah b**h (Don't want it) Nah, nah, nah, nah (Don't want it) Scale-A-Ton advocates, Scale-A-Ton advocates, you don't want nothing b**h [Verse 12: Lord Infamous] It's the murder chainsaw ma**acre Unleash the corpse attacking ya I'm leaking them like dracula The bullets get on smacking ya The ammo enter front then it coming out the back of ya I got a butcher blade It's getting frantic when I'm stabbing ya Dagger detachin'-ous, sledge hammer smash ya up Put on the gas and light a match with your a** combust I am Lord Infamous, I do not take prisoners Mission to enter ya, decrease your temperature Serial k**er, wicked voodoo minister Scorpion, sometimes I'm Dr. Kevorkian Shoot you in the porcelain, and give me the orphanage Ghetto went corporate, Illuminati ornament [Verse 13: Gangsta Boo] All these fake a** hoes in my face, mane we ain't cool But back with the Six, now im gettin' b**hes, boo sewed up Unexpected gather, b**hes shaking We would like you shot your own self in the basement Rule up in Memphis, so I'm kinda crazy I don't give a f** about what they saying Hashtag that sh**, put them in the river Muddy Mississippi we some stone cold k**ers [Verse 14: DJ Paul] Yeah, the Chump is here I'm 'bout to come out swinging Father why these n***as f** with me, what was they thinkin? What the f** [?] n***as be drinking I'm too deep in the game my dudes slay these n***as delinquints [?] you out of sequence I put your head on a secret, I make you stop breathing I leave your a** stinking without me even f**ing blinking I'm harder than hard, don't f** with the god I come from a part where n***as don't starve, where n***as they in Don't give a f** about friends, them n***as hit in I leave them leaking, and that there is a bad end My gun don't give a f** about illegal when I pull the trigger It don't care if you even a f**ing n***a This p**y sh** is unacceptable, don't test my testicles I'm pointing write decimals, and leaving you n***as vegetables With being Francis Jackson is the only way I got two faces Had them sharp bullets going up and taking two faces n***as got my name on their tongue like they shoe laces I lace you n***as with revolver bullets and leave no traces Leave them up [?], mouth full of civil well Put the price on your head, now my goons are millionaire You dislikin' prison care, but you n***as in prison care I don't give a f** about care, so I never care I'm a millionaire so the traphouse a brick.. Nah I'm lying, I still celebrate I'm a millionaire so the traphouse like [?] Nah I'm lying, I still celebrate A gun from the hip, so I still sell a b**h Run around in a row with my nose in that sh**, trick With hella guns, big guns, you really want some? I'm not insane, I'm un-sane, my guns go rappa-pam-pam And I bum and these b**hes like me and don't need me and know Where the f** I'm coming from, try to play dumb ya done, b**h!! f** you motherf**ers I'm out of here I'm going to the bar