TM88 - Body Count lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] Make sure you know what you're dealing with now [Hook:Rick Ross] What's your body count n***a I'm double digits What you talkin bout n***a It's time to get it Bad b**hes in the house They all exquisite Couple million in the couch Right here where I'm sittin x2 [Verse 1: Meek Mill] I got some bad hoes in my crib, coup' stones in my couch Scarface in this b**h, it's like a gun store in my house Whole bird on my desk, bag it up by ounce The feds watchin this b**h, oh lord it's three strikes and I'm out I'm gone What's your body count n***a? I'm double digits Thirty birds I'm thinkin' we gon need another kitchen I used to pack my little work out my mother dishes Now I'm the one to get the word to get a couple pigeons Then we cook em up, and let em dry We break it down, and let em fly Send em to the hood, and tell em bye All my n***as liftin weight but we dont exercise Ha! [Hook: Rick ross] [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Murder after murder, n***a you ain't heard Cause when it come to beef I'm puttin bread all on my burger Man them shooters be so hungry Bodies on they burner I could send em to your crib Spot you ain't come for em They gon tear you out the frame f**in rip your picture Send a message to your homie just to make him get the picture And if they tellin on me I could make em hit the witness They been off em like a summons Dawg dont make me give em business Talkin all that k**a sh** now what's your body count The shotty round will make your motherf**in body bounce We on the graveyard shift where all the bodies found ...on twenty-threes Them make the ride it bounce Ah [Hook: Rick Ross]