[Produced by The Alchemist]
[Skit]
[Snorts cocaine]
n****, (yeah), n****, you know I don't f*** with them n*****. Them n***** p****. Sucka a** n*****. I don't like either one (I don't even like 'em). But the other night I'm in the gambling spot. n**** come up in here - boom - hit the door. "Get the f*** on the floor, b****, get down on the floor." I turn around like, "what?" n***** like, "get down!" (When was this?) I'm like, "n****, I got on white linen."
[Intro]
f*** it, I mean we gotta kill what we eat, right? It's not a problem, it's really not a problem. Southside
[Verse 1]
Okay, the dope addin' up, the c**e addin' up
The smoke addin' up, my pockets are fattened up
I got b****** in my bedroom, nerds on computers
Diamonds 'round my neck, straps for my shooters
I made it, look ma', I made it
I grind so hard to get here I can't be faded
I got lawyers on the line, five different kinds
Five different crimes, same .45
Got a plan to turn to premise, see, a n**** ain't lyin'
Cause they ain't gon' say I did it and I ain't gon' say I did it
And I might go back and forth to court, better bet I get acquitted
Can you dig it? n****, can you dig it?
s*** changed, a n**** ain't broke
I had a safe size as a shoe box, it felt like a vault
Now I got real money, that "f*** how you feel" money
That "n****, you look at me wrong, get killed" money
[Hook]
You gon' be part of my body bag ritual
Hop out, hammer out to get at you
You gon' be part of my body bag ritual
.45 lettin' off some s*** at you
You gon' be put in a body bag
You won't get a chance to fire back
[Verse 2]
I peep my swag in the mirror, I think I got a crush on me
I don't want no wack b****** touchin' me
Tailor-made threads, satin sheets on my bed
Get a b**** sea-sick, waves all on my head
Diamonds in my ear, Baccarat chandelier
Gabbana underwear, I'm so fly it ain't fair
Every day a different dime piece
Rose Gold, a different time piece
Hublot, AP or rollie
Your b**** and your jeweler know me, homie
I'm bulletproof, go 'head, take a shot at me
You be a dead n**** like the last one that got at me
My shirt level three so I ain't got a vest on
My heart like ice, my chest like teflon
I'm a nightmare right here, just me and my knife, n****
Don't let me find out you ain't 'bout that life, n****
It's doomsday, I mean goon day
I get the orders, like, "air out the room, Dre"
[Gun shots]
[Hook]
You gon' be part of my body bag ritual
Hop out, hammer out to get at you
You gon' be part of my body bag ritual
.45 lettin' off some s*** at you
You gon' be put in a body bag
You won't get a chance to fire back
[Verse 3]
The mollies had a shorty a** trippin' strippin' in my kitchen
Push my thumb in her a** while I was strokin' her kitten
I be in my own zone, still clutchin' the chrome
Talk state of the art, [?]
My passport need pages, I'm f*****' round' out in London
Jetlag from jets, wrist lit baguettes
Trippin' in my charm, look b****, I'm a don
So s*** go how I say it go, f*** if I'm right or wrong
My paper long, bomb kush in the bong
It feels like I'm dreamin' cause a n**** on
I'm so far from a hammy down, I'm out in Miami now
My b**** no speak no ingles, she fresh off the boat
She give me neck, what you expect? I got connects for the dope
I'm no joke, blow 30k on the c**e, stuff ten in the coat
n****, front, I'll have a hand full of dreadlocks
b****, I hit your a** with a headshot
[Hook]
You gon' be part of my body bag ritual
Hop out, hammer out to get at you
You gon' be part of my body bag ritual
.45 lettin' off some s*** at you
You gon' be put in a body bag
You won't get a chance to fire back
[Skit]
[Snorts cocaine]
n****, (yeah), n****, you know I don't f*** with them n*****. Them n***** p****. Sucka a** n*****. I don't like either one (I don't even like 'em). But the other night I'm in the gambling spot. n**** come up in here - boom - hit the door. "Get the f*** on the floor, b****, get down on the floor." I turn around like, "what?" n***** like, "get down!" (When was this?) I'm like, "n****, I got on white linen."
[Intro]
f*** it, I mean we gotta kill what we eat, right? It's not a problem, it's really not a problem. Southside
[Verse 1]
Okay, the dope addin' up, the c**e addin' up
The smoke addin' up, my pockets are fattened up
I got b****** in my bedroom, nerds on computers
Diamonds 'round my neck, straps for my shooters
I made it, look ma', I made it
I grind so hard to get here I can't be faded
I got lawyers on the line, five different kinds
Five different crimes, same .45
Got a plan to turn to premise, see, a n**** ain't lyin'
Cause they ain't gon' say I did it and I ain't gon' say I did it
And I might go back and forth to court, better bet I get acquitted
Can you dig it? n****, can you dig it?
s*** changed, a n**** ain't broke
I had a safe size as a shoe box, it felt like a vault
Now I got real money, that "f*** how you feel" money
That "n****, you look at me wrong, get killed" money
[Hook]
You gon' be part of my body bag ritual
Hop out, hammer out to get at you
You gon' be part of my body bag ritual
.45 lettin' off some s*** at you
You gon' be put in a body bag
You won't get a chance to fire back
[Verse 2]
I peep my swag in the mirror, I think I got a crush on me
I don't want no wack b****** touchin' me
Tailor-made threads, satin sheets on my bed
Get a b**** sea-sick, waves all on my head
Diamonds in my ear, Baccarat chandelier
Gabbana underwear, I'm so fly it ain't fair
Every day a different dime piece
Rose Gold, a different time piece
Hublot, AP or rollie
Your b**** and your jeweler know me, homie
I'm bulletproof, go 'head, take a shot at me
You be a dead n**** like the last one that got at me
My shirt level three so I ain't got a vest on
My heart like ice, my chest like teflon
I'm a nightmare right here, just me and my knife, n****
Don't let me find out you ain't 'bout that life, n****
It's doomsday, I mean goon day
I get the orders, like, "air out the room, Dre"
[Gun shots]
[Hook]
You gon' be part of my body bag ritual
Hop out, hammer out to get at you
You gon' be part of my body bag ritual
.45 lettin' off some s*** at you
You gon' be put in a body bag
You won't get a chance to fire back
[Verse 3]
The mollies had a shorty a** trippin' strippin' in my kitchen
Push my thumb in her a** while I was strokin' her kitten
I be in my own zone, still clutchin' the chrome
Talk state of the art, [?]
My passport need pages, I'm f*****' round' out in London
Jetlag from jets, wrist lit baguettes
Trippin' in my charm, look b****, I'm a don
So s*** go how I say it go, f*** if I'm right or wrong
My paper long, bomb kush in the bong
It feels like I'm dreamin' cause a n**** on
I'm so far from a hammy down, I'm out in Miami now
My b**** no speak no ingles, she fresh off the boat
She give me neck, what you expect? I got connects for the dope
I'm no joke, blow 30k on the c**e, stuff ten in the coat
n****, front, I'll have a hand full of dreadlocks
b****, I hit your a** with a headshot
[Hook]
You gon' be part of my body bag ritual
Hop out, hammer out to get at you
You gon' be part of my body bag ritual
.45 lettin' off some s*** at you
You gon' be put in a body bag
You won't get a chance to fire back