Styles P - Bodies In The Basement lyrics

(Hook) Bodies in the basement Bodies in the basement Bodies in the basement Get your a** turned into a memory Bodies in the basement Bodies in the basement Rock em off more Bodies bodies in the basement If you left it up to me, yea all of em be shot (Verse) Cocaine, red rum, h**n, automatic gun Watch the led come, t**ng money then spread some n***a you’d die if you’d try me Warner Brother, my gun is d**h Jam, Joey ID Definitely won’t jam when you ride up beside me sponsored links Straight pound, straight A, bring em on my paydays And every day is payday I shoot yo sh** down like mayday Ain’t a better rapper, if it is, I don’t know of em My raise is hoe a** b**h and she’s blowin em Cuban necktie off buck 50 Realest n***a in rap, come f** with me n***as know and b**hes too LOX, D block, sickest crew 123, showin what the 4 5th will do I don’t give a f** about your family that’s missing you (Hook) Bodies in the basement Bodies in the basement Bodies in the basement Get your a** turned into a memory Bodies in the basement Bodies in the basement Rock em off more Bodies bodies in the basement If you left it up to me, yea all of em be shot (Verse) Pretty watch and the pretty whip Pretty much it’s a pretty gun I get busy with Playin belly dancing, little fizzy sh** Think the k**a n***a want some silly sh** Silly n***as gotta die too, I’m serious You crip a piroo, couple n***as is curious Now I’m in my own gang and my style’s furious Hating n***as, banging n***as, Wolf pack n***as, show the fame n***as Quiet n***as do yo thang n***a To calm down I need a bunch of weed Or I’ll crack yo head like a pumpkin seed Or a sunflower, or the shell on a walnut I’m G’d up but I’m all nuts Or coocoo, or loco But I‘m just fine with a 9 and trade ocho Stay the f** away from me if you talk to popo (Hook) Bodies in the basement Bodies in the basement Bodies in the basement Get your a** turned into a memory Bodies in the basement Bodies in the basement Rock em off more Bodies bodies in the basement If you left it up to me, yea all of em be shot (Verse) This is beast music provided by Scram and I Light it up n***a, get phantom high Try to keep up with the Jones Keep up with the beats and keep up with the poems Spittin out the dome while I’m lightin up the zones See that, or see me lightin up the chrome You ain’t f**in with me n***a, neither is yo homeboy Hardest n***a out, standing all alone boy You want the title? Set the match up I’ll push you down and you ain’t getting back up I’ll f** around until you’re back up Phase 2: n***as gonna say go slate you (Hook) Bodies in the basement Bodies in the basement Bodies in the basement Get your a** turned into a memory Bodies in the basement Bodies in the basement Rock em off more Bodies bodies in the basement If you left it up to me, yea all of em be shot