Dead Bodies Lyrics - Alchemist

(Prodigy) (The Game) 

We out in this... P and Game, we'll blow that bitch up 

From the world's most infamous, 1st Infantry 

(Alchemist, this shit raw like fresh beef playa 

We boyz in da hood... wanna see a dead body) 

(1 - The Game) 

Sittin in a lowrider, murda on my mind 

Cuz I had too many dead homies in my lifetime 

Thats why I ride wit a nine and dem hollow tips 

Lift niggaz like a chrome hydraulic switch 

Wit a hood rat in the car that swallow dicks 

So good that I got P on that 6-4 Impala shit 

She from Compton just like me 

Caramel wit extensions just like Eve 

She wanna go to a Knicks game, sit next to Spike Lee 

Well do the right thing, blow a nigga out his Nikes 

She married to The Game, thats wifey 

Ask Gotti get them blood stains out your white tee 

P in the backseat finger fuckin her girlfriend 

That'll put a golf ball hole in your right cheek 

Start trippin over colors like Ice-T 

And you can watch your life slip away through an I.V 

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(2 - Prodigy) 

We out in Cali, P and Game straight blow that bitch up 

We out in New York, P and Game we blow that bitch up 

You can't stop us, we gettin this money its not bangin 

You can't pull that shit this way, we head bangin 

Wit dem glocks and dem oo-ops 

Me and my fools shoot, wutchu tryin do that 

I suggest you do not 

My chain is hot, whats more hot than that 

Thats how I murda music, thats why your broads on my back 

Got two birds on my shoulders, they all over me 

And ready to fuck Game and whoever else roll wit me 

My presence is strong, I have a bitch seein dollar 

signs spots stare at me too long 

Have you seein that white light you come at me wrong 

Or any one of my dawgs, I'll be settin it off 

You was raised on beef and live real drama 

Don't let the coupes twist you, we lettin o's off 

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(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 C 

NYC to LA we do our sweep 

(3 - The Game) 

We out in Compton, P and Game lacin Chucks 

We out in QB, P and Game rollin a Dutch 

Dumpin ashes out the windshield 

Haze got my head spinnin like dem 24 inch wheels 

Ridin to Suga Hill bangin shook ones 

On the westside highway, hand on the steel 

If I like your chain then blood spill 

Cuz I ain't getta million dollars when I signed my deal 

(4 - Prodigy) 

Nigga I'll tie your wife to a chair and blow that bitch up 

You better fire proof your crib, I'll blow that shit up 

I'm all about this crime shit for real, this rap shit is luck 

Try to score points on me, I'll fasten you up 

In that smelly proof bag, real real fast 

Shoot the duce under my arm, I'm real real slick 

Can't put a tail on me, I drive too fast 

Can't put tag on me, I smoke people ass 

(5 - The Game) 

If you from the westside, nigga throw that shit up 

If you bang to eastside, nigga throw that shit up 

I ain't tryna be in The Source or Double X L 

I'm just tryna fuck Trina cuz Dre said sex sells 

And it was either this or jail 

Imagine tryna fit birds in a Honda Accel 

And they caught up on the Fed Ex mail 

So we stopped doin business and chirpin on Nextels 

We gangstas 

(6 - Prodigy) 

I fold people in half, I tore people ass 

But they still wanna ride out as long as we see death 

I get money, and I don't need your help or friendship 

But love, I'ma survive just how I been 

I'ma stay alive till the day I die 

But right now I'm healty, niggaz betta get up off my 

A bitch is nuttin we easily fuck it 

And we posessed by the cash and these guns we bustin 

(Ad-Libs till end)