The Alchemist - Dead Bodies lyrics

[Prodigy] (The Game) We out in this...P and Game, we'll blow that b**h up From the world's most infamous, 1st Infantry (Alchemist, this sh** raw like fresh beef playa We boyz in da hood...wanna see a dead body) [Verse 1 - The Game] Sittin in a lowrider, murda on my mind Cuz I had too many dead homies in my lifetime Thats why I ride wit a nine and dem hollow tips Lift n***as like a chrome hydraulic switch Wit a hood rat in the car that swallow dicks So good that I got P on that 6-4 Impala sh** She from Compton just like me Caramel wit extensions just like Eve She wanna go to a Knicks game, sit next to Spike Lee Well do the right thing, blow a n***a out his Nikes She married to The Game, thats wifey Ask Gotti get them blood stains out your white tee P in the backseat finger f**in her girlfriend That'll put a golf ball hole in your right cheek Start trippin over colors like Ice-T And you can watch your life slip away through an I.V [Verse 2 - Prodigy] We out in Cali, P and Game straight blow that b**h up We out in New York, P and Game we blow that b**h up You can't stop us, we gettin this money its not bangin You can't pull that sh** this way, we head bangin Wit dem Glocks and dem oo-ops Me and my fools shoot, wutchu tryin do that I suggest you do not My chain is hot, whats more hot than that Thats how I murda music, thats why your broads on my back Got two birds on my shoulders, they all over me And ready to f** Game and whoever else roll wit me My presence is strong, I have a b**h seein dollar Signs spots stare at me too long Have you seein that white light you come at me wrong Or any one of my dawgs, I'll be settin it off You was raised on beef and live real drama Don't let the coupes twist you, we lettin o's off [Prodigy] (The Game) We out in this...P and Game, we'll blow that b**h up (P and Game rollin the Dutch) P and Game, we'll blow that b**h up, mixed with the A L C NYC to LA we do our sweep [Verse 3 - The Game] We out in Compton, P and Game lacin Chucks We out in QB, P and Game rollin a Dutch Dumpin ashes out the windshield Haze got my head spinnin like dem 24 inch wheels Ridin to Suga Hill bangin shook ones On the westside highway, hand on the steel If I like your chain then blood spill Cuz I ain't getta million dollars when I signed my deal [Verse 4 - Prodigy] n***a I'll tie your wife to a chair and blow that b**h up You better fire proof your crib, I'll blow that sh** up I'm all about this crime sh** for real, this rap sh** is luck Try to score points on me, I'll fasten you up In that smelly proof bag, real real fast Shoot the duce under my arm, I'm real real slick Can't put a tail on me, I drive too fast Can't put tag on me, I smoke people a** [Verse 5 - The Game] If you from the westside, n***a throw that sh** up If you bang to eastside, n***a throw that sh** up I ain't tryna be in The Source or Double X L I'm just tryna f** Trina cuz Dre said s** sells And it was either this or jail Imagine tryna fit birds in a Honda Accel And they caught up on the Fed Ex mail So we stopped doin business and chirpin on Nextels We gangstas [Verse 6 - Prodigy] I fold people in half, I tore people a** But they still wanna ride out as long as we see d**h I get money, and I don't need your help or friendship But love, I'mma survive just how I been I'mma stay alive till the day I die But right now I'm healty, n***as betta get up off my A b**h is nuttin we easily f** it And we posessed by the cash and these guns we bustin [Ad-Libs till end]