Juicy J - Body Work lyrics

[Verse 1: Juicy J] I got some k**ers so don't push me, Juicy J be on some mob sh** Waiting by your doorstep, hidin' in the bushes (mhmm) If it comes down to it, ain't no thang but to do it Got a vest on, got a gun that can really do it You n***as playin' with real n***as' money, get fronted One day you is the plug, next day you're in the dumpster Couldn't keep it one hundred, you're thirty-two percent The police got you on a leash, n***a you a b**h [Hook: Juicy J] Give yo' a** that body work n***a we spraying Ridin' with three K's n***a I ain't talking bout the Klan This ain't no arcade, n***a so quit playing It's eating time, me and my n***as buffeting Give yo' a** that body work, n***a we spraying Ridin' with three K's n***a I ain't talking bout the Klan This ain't no arcade, n***a so quit playing! It's eating time, me and my n***as buffeting [Verse 2: Pusha T] You don't know about this life, n***a Earning all of these stripes, n***a Kilograms, Peter Pans, pack holders on bikes, n***a Throwin b**hes on flights, n***a They ain't know that they're dykes, n***a 'Til the money's out and the bottle's pouring They're in the midst of they life, n***a Rose gold on my wrist This Rolex like Devil's piss This Daytona illuminate Y'all think I'm talking that devil sh** This's fifty racks, no bezel sh** Like blood diamonds, it's rebel sh** This's more guns, this's more bodies We call shots, they nobodies They f** n***as, they owe prolly Who's f**in with me? Nobody When the guns drawn, they're so sorry Spraying n***as now the Lord got 'em Bullets out the barrel make your body jerk f** with my money and I'll hit you that body work [Hook: Juicy J] [Verse 3: Meek Mill] Bad b**hes on deck, n***a Money, power, respect, n***a Cop, cook, collect, n***a You was never no threat, n***a Everybody be rap dissin' I catch n***as, I check n***as These goons with me don't spit no verse Just limo service, they stretch n***as Black 'maro 2 S n***a Couple birds on my neck, n***a Everytime them hoes see me They like, "Meek Milly you a mess, n***a" 2 gats, no vest, n***a Strapped up like i'm a cowboy Stand tall like that Yao boy Got a bad b**h, she 5"4 This gold roley thats on my wrist Leprechaun prolly die for Young boys that's on my strip They'll k** anything I say ride on Tell them n***as call us if they're out of work Cause we lifting weights but we don't do no body work [Hook: Juicy J] [Verse 4: French Montana] Shout my lawyer all the crazy sh** I ever did Know we love that KK sound You know we not backing down 100 drum like, "Hold that doe" Diamonds flash like Kodak, though Straight cash, n***a f** that loan Seven digits on that phone Money so long, smoke a whole zone Getting blood money, tryna put my cuz on b**h I'm on fire, got my jaw wired Sex, money, murder - Peter Rollack (Soundview, whaddup) Body work, chopper work like a techno song Twenty thou' a show, I just hope my n***a Max come home (wavey) Money fast, diamonds flash like high beams Make it rain in this b**h - Hurricane Irene [Hook: Juicy J]