[Verse 1: A.L.T.]
Pulling out the chamber and going through the hole, bitch
Impact, now your body twitch
Laying on the floor, bleeding from a home
9MM rounds, now I'm in control
Kid Frost got the top and I'ma grab his seat
Roll him in a sheet and wash the blood up off the street
Put him in the back of the black Cadillac
Something in the back went thump when hit the train tracks
Fuck, I think he's still alive
Pull in to the side, Frost snuck him in the side
Fucking blood all over my spare and my jack
But now I think he's gone and there's no coming back
Headed down Rosemead, just south of the Garvey
Then I killed the lights and made sure nobody saw me
Tied a rope to his monkey ass
Nobody's around and all you heard was splash

[Chorus]
How many ways can you lose a body
If there ain't no body, there ain't no case
How many ways can you lose a body
Gone without a motherfucking trace

How many ways can you lose a body
If there ain't no body, there ain't no case
How many ways can you lose a body
Gone without a motherfucking trace
[Verse 2: O.G. Enius]
God damn, it's feeling like my mind done snapped out
Stuck that foo with one of the silver tip; caps now
I heard a crackle, then it went pop
1-8-7 till that motherfucker dropped
Huh, buck, I stuck a nina into his chest
Then I duck, duck, here come the jura so I stepped out
Through the alleyway, my vision's blurry
I hear them sirens mang, I better hurry up
I see a flashlight creeping through the area
I'm seeing double shit and it's getting scarier
But I got to keep a Cool Hand Luke on him
He did a suicide so I put a cuete on him
With a see you later note in his pocket
It's in his name so the jura can't stop it
He got the finger prints and I gots no love
It's like some movie shit except I got a brown glove

[Chorus]
How many ways can you lose a body
If there ain't no body, there ain't no case
How many ways can you lose a body
Gone without a motherfucking trace

How many ways can you lose a body
If there ain't no body, there ain't no case
How many ways can you lose a body
Gone without a motherfucking trace
[Verse 3: Frost]
I got my fucking hands on my face and my body's full of heat
There's a dead man laying at my feet
And the killing was senseless
But what's done is done, I got to come to my senses
Wash off my face, now I see clearer
There's a murderer, looking at myself at the mirror
I wash off the bullets from the 9 Glock auto
The doorknob, glasses and Cognac bottle
Put his ass in the trunk of his Q45
Put in the key in the ignition and start to drive
I'm thinking to myself, what the fuck have I done
Hit the L.A. riverbed and throw away the gun
Then I got a gallon of gas
I dumped it on the ride and then I stuck it with a match
As the flames got higher and higher
I heard the windows bust and the pop of the tires

[Chorus]
How many ways can you lose a body
If there ain't no body, there ain't no case
How many ways can you lose a body
Gone without a motherfucking trace

How many ways can you lose a body
If there ain't no body, there ain't no case
How many ways can you lose a body
Gone without a motherfucking trace