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Body Count My Way

you? Trying ta diss my crew? Who dies tonight bitch? - You! My way! I will do what I choose, and if I loose Well then I loose, My Way! This is my fuckin

my butta cup ohh i got a sweet tooth, baby yous my butta cup ohh i got a sweet tooth, when she got those skinny jeans ridin down low she my favorite

You got no time to trip or argue, you're through, I'll bet she gets ya Homeboy you'll catch a stretcher like so many before, she's on a Body count tour

Because when I come to get that ass I'll leave your whole block filled with hot brass So punk,don't make me pop my trunk Show you my amps and my Mossberg

body count Yo Big Master Phee Take these motherfuckers to South Central Yea, fuck that I hear it every night, another gun fight The tension mounts on with the body count

that's the deal my dear There over, here under You'll never have to wonder We can always play by ear But that's the deal, my dear Lucky that my lips

me, you saw me right? It wasn't me It's not my M.O., see me I make it stretch Get in the way I'll put a body on my Tec Call me crazy, I'll die for what

niggas off in different sections Don't hate my message, destiny led to mimic Chastity for my daughter wad up a niggas Sherm And come listen to the sermon Swervin' in my

s on, on, on) Nigga let's killa, killa, killa Bodies they count, me buckin' 'em down, stay down Murder me style, me put 'em in the ground now way down