Текст песни The Alchemist f The Game, Prodigy - Dead Bodies
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[Prodigy] (The Game)We out in this...P and Game, we`ll blow that bitch upFrom the world`s most infamous, 1st Infantry(Alchemist, this shit raw like fresh beef playaWe boyz in da hood...wanna see a dead body)[Verse 1 - The Game]Sittin in a lowrider, murda on my mindCuz I had too many dead homies in my lifetimeThats why I ride wit a nine and dem hollow tipsLift niggaz like a chrome hydraulic switchWit a hood rat in the car that swallow dicksSo good that I got P on that 6-4 Impala shitShe from Compton just like meCaramel wit extensions just like EveShe wanna go to a Knicks game, sit next to Spike LeeWell do the right thing, blow a nigga out his NikesShe married to The Game, thats wifeyAsk Gotti get them blood stains out your white teeP in the backseat finger fuckin her girlfriendThat`ll put a golf ball hole in your right cheekStart trippin over colors like Ice-TAnd you can watch your life slip away through an I.V[Verse 2 - Prodigy]We out in Cali, P and Game straight blow that bitch upWe out in New York, P and Game we blow that bitch upYou can`t stop us, we gettin this money its not banginYou can`t pull that shit this way, we head banginWit dem glocks and dem oo-opsMe and my fools shoot, wutchu tryin do thatI suggest you do notMy chain is hot, whats more hot than thatThats how I murda music, thats why your broads on my backGot two birds on my shoulders, they all over meAnd ready to fuck Game and whoever else roll wit meMy presence is strong, I have a bitch seein dollarsigns spots stare at me too longHave you seein that white light you come at me wrongOr any one of my dawgs, I`ll be settin it offYou was raised on beef and live real dramaDon`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 bitch up(P and Game rollin the Dutch)P and Game, we`ll blow that bitch up, mixed with the A L CNYC to LA we do our sweep[Verse 3 - The Game]We out in Compton, P and Game lacin ChucksWe out in QB, P and Game rollin a DutchDumpin ashes out the windshieldHaze got my head spinnin like dem 24 inch wheelsRidin to Suga Hill bangin shook onesOn the westside highway, hand on the steelIf I like your chain then blood spillCuz I ain`t getta million dollars when I signed my deal[Verse 4 - Prodigy]Nigga I`ll tie your wife to a chair and blow that bitch upYou better fire proof your crib, I`ll blow that shit upI`m all about this crime shit for real, this rap shit is luckTry to score points on me, I`ll fasten you upIn that smelly proof bag, real real fastShoot the duce under my arm, I`m real real slickCan`t put a tail on me, I drive too fastCan`t put tag on me, I smoke people ass[Verse 5 - The Game]If you from the westside, nigga throw that shit upIf you bang to eastside, nigga throw that shit upI ain`t tryna be in The Source or Double X LI`m just tryna fuck Trina cuz Dre said sex sellsAnd it was either this or jailImagine tryna fit birds in a Honda AccelAnd they caught up on the Fed Ex mailSo we stopped doin business and chirpin on NextelsWe gangstas[Verse 6 - Prodigy]I fold people in half, I tore people assBut they still wanna ride out as long as we see deathI get money, and I don`t need your help or friendshipBut love, I`ma survive just how I beenI`ma stay alive till the day I dieBut right now I`m healty, niggaz betta get up off myA bitch is nuttin we easily fuck itAnd we posessed by the cash and these guns we bustin[Ad-Libs till end]