Cory Gunz - Body Bags lyrics

[Cory Gunz:] Get ready, get set, it's steady Bloody spaghetti shredded, heavy debted, credit deadly For bread, you'll get jelly-spreaded The melody let me let it go mentally Lindsay at it, coke headless with envy At Nicole Richie and Brittany's habit Ca**, alot of rappers seem militant and be itching addicts Putting nothing but wood on the shelve like a kitchen cabinet So if I feel the static, I'll peel a 'matic They'll get the static, the calico sporatic BLING! Now it's not so radical! We come to no compatible establishment, you broke nose For tryna Mike Jones my O-Zone, be held embara**ing sh**, I'm geared as an afghani terrorist, I pop this tool When I'm tryna bring you hell and mariest You take a risk of reading braille for even dare stare at this You don't live M.O.B., you nothing but a queer therapist n***a my M.O. be get that money even O.T., no penalty Bueno si, that deniro b, that's all I see mentally I shift you go from manual to automatic physically Chemistry can't infiltrate my ministry, we in the street, you industry Larceny, militia, n***a march with us If not ca**, put em on some whole nother charts from us BODY BAGS [Ca**idy:] My hand on my damn co*k Cause man I cop the gun so big it can prolly k** Hanco*k, I'm not a rat me talkin to the damn cops Is like Luis Farrakhan eatin hamhacks I'm a gorrilla but I'm slicker then a damn fox Been cool since preschool playin in the sandbox I'm a hustla, I used to hand to hand now I can Stand on the block sellin gram after gram, ah And no I'm not from japan, nah But it just look like it's asian in me cause I keep the haze up in me I been to jail I gotta couple hundred days up in me But I still keep the h.k. keep the razor with me I ball hard so other ballas is afraid to stick me Cause if I get fouled I'll prolly shoot the tech And you can be the next dude that I shoot to d**h I wil' out but if I foul out I'll shoot the ref I'm happy when I'm in the coupe but the roof depressed cause I always put em down the trunk where I put em now I got dough ey since O put a pound in my hand I been the man you should put the crown on my dome I'm on the phone havin conference calls with millionaire's yeah look what I accomplished y'all And I ain't tryna take a life I got a conscience y'all Plus the law send you up north like a compa** y'all I was 17 livin up in yonkers y'all Signed to ruff ryders with a flow that was bonkers y'all I can't even lie you can ask d.n.y You can ask swizz too, s.p. and kiss too You can ask dmx, the female pit to And they all let you you know all the battles I had to get through You can ask drag or sheek bout how I had to eat thousands of motherf**ers up yup I had the streets But ain't no money in battlin an I had to eat I can spit wreckless but I had to make a hit record An now I make hit record after hit record And I make chicks get naked like b**h check it I just lick my lips on some LL sh** And then I make em laugh on some david chappelle sh** An they be on some let's go to the hotel sh** I give em hard dick on some just got out of jail sh** The innocent man, been in the can But I never made a statement never been on the stand and I'm independent now, but that been in the plans Cause it's all about the benjamins man, real talk And you dudes can't walk in my timberlands man And my sneaks don't fit you The streets don't f** with you I sip champagne and I throw back shots And I smoke pot the color of a apple jacks box I rap but I sold crack rock And had the block jumpin like the frog on the honey smacks box You dig em? Body bags!