(Intro)
Yeah
Y'all know what this is, man
This for all them n***as out there playing that murder game
Street poet 187
Y'all know what it is
Ain't no coming back from that, though
N***as with bodies under they belts and all that man
N***as get aquitted and all that
Lock and load

(Hook)
La di da di, one day everybody gon' be a body
Hit him with the head shots, hit him in his body
Acting like he somebody, he'll be a body too
In these streets you ain't nobody, n***as will body you
La di da di, anybody could be a body
Trying to be Scarface, trying to be Gotti
Acting like you somebody, you'll be a body too
In the streets you a nobody, n***as will body you

(Verse)
This for the cap killers, the wig-splitting gat n***as
Who don't bust gats at cats, they clap n***as
Body-catching ball [?] who tote burners
Gun ownеrs with firing fiends who wrote murder
You duck down, thеy buck now, go blam over you
Hit you till you slump down, and stand over you
Would you kill a man because a man told you to?
Think like a general for once, you damn soldier, you
Said he gon' take your life, then blame hoes on you
Dwell off promise, what a man 'posed to do?
Ladies and gentleman, Papoose in the building
Thugs and gangstas, men, woman and children
I ain't trying to justify all of the killing
But man they gon' kill me, if I don't kill them
Kill or be killed, y'all heard of the billion
Times never ran, never will like Tillion
If he survive, he gon' squeal then
Listen, if if time is money, then the judge giving out millions
Killer against murderer, who gon' get killed then
The murderer will win, n***as will take your family for ransom
Successful living is trife
Kidnap your fam, when they see you living the life
Now you gotta pay the price, or be the father of a murdererd child
Or be the husband of a murdererd wife
I teach my son to protect his cradle
No pacifier, I pacify your arm and let him blaze you
They quick to put a hit out on you like record labels
N***as you eating with will now betray you
We can eat together, but I stick the gun under the breakfast table
Clap you in the stomach, and give you an extra navel
We smoke together, act like I owe, I never pay you
Clap you in your face, and give you an extra nasal
We drink together but the death is fatal
That a tail with new assholes, I give you a second anal
N***as been getting knocked out when the war pop
Stay on top of my game, I stay on top
His hand's registered in precent, like it or not
You can't box the boxer, you get your jaw locked
But who feel like a boxer? When the 44 pop
Man I put more holes in boxers than Chlorox
When you use too much bleach, you get it or not
No shit, Sherlock, I got more bars than Fort Knox
N***as be getting murdered, trying to sling on the block
Them small rocks cause autops', you ain't putting no numbers on the block
You might as well take the legit way
And build for the other strip way
When its time to flip yay, I put my numbers in like a mint day
You like that shit that help back pain, you been gay
I body tracks, coming out the ill flow lab
Where the fake ass rappers who lack skills don't last
An artist, a park beach, with ill pro craft
Holding a cup of vocabulary, I spill vocab
Before you try to come at me, just conceal your path
Cause I can see you n***as coming, like a real slow jab
If you a undercover cop, just reveal your badge
Cause my trigger finger itch, like a ill toe rag
No matter how much we make, partners still gon' have
We broke bread, how you still gon' stash
They say what don't kill you make you stronger fast
You 'bout to be stronger, cause I'mma try to kill your ass
If they tell your friend to murder you, more than what you pay him to protect you
Do you think your friend will befriend you?
Did you say no? Oh that mean you slipping let me catch you
You ain't that motherfucking special
If you sucessful, anaylise who you next to
When you sneeze, do they even say God bless you?
Can't see they in it for the bread too
Then check your messages, the Reaper just text you
You 'bout to go to sleep, Somebody put the covers on his bed
He was trying to his numbers when he said
But your numbers ain't adding up, got more enemies than friends
Think you can't be touched, even Kennedy is dead
Do your numbers, get your bread
But you let your numbers do you
Now you got them numbers on your head
(Hook)
La di da di, one day everybody gon' be a body
Hit him with the head shots, hit him in his body
Acting like he somebody, he'll be a body too
In these streets you ain't nobody, n***as will body you
La di da di, anybody could be a body
Trying to be Scarface, trying to be Gotti
Acting like you somebody, you'll be a body too
In the streets you a nobody, n***as will body you