50 Cent - Body Bags lyrics

Nigga (yeah) , nigga, you know I don't fuck with them niggas them niggas pussy sucka ass niggas i don't like either one (I don't even like 'em) but the other night I'm in the gambling spot nigga come up in here - boom - hit the door "Get the fuck on the floor, bitch, get down on the floor" I turn around like, "what?" Niggas like, "get down!" (When was this?) I'm like, "nigga, I got on white linen"

Fuck it, I mean we gotta kill what
We eat, right? It's not a problem
It's really not a problem southside

Okay, the dope addin' up, the coke addin' up
The smoke addin' up
My pockets are fattened up
I got bitches 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 client-attorney privilege
So a nigga 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
But I bet I get acquitted
Can you dig it? Nigga, can you dig it?
Shit changed, a nigga ain't broke
I had a safe size as a shoe box
It felt like a vault now I got real money
That "fuck how you feel" money
That "nigga, you look at me wrong
Get killed" money

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 shit at you
You gon' be put in a body bag
You won't get a chance to fire back

I peep my swag in the mirror
I think I got a crush on me
I don't want no wack bitches touchin' me
Tailor made threads, satin sheets on my bed
Get a bitch 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 bitch and your jeweler know me, homie
I'm bulletproof, go 'head, take a shot at me
You be a dead nigga 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, nigga
Don't let me find out you
Ain't 'bout that life, nigga
It's doomsday, I mean goon day
I get the orders, like, "air out the room
Dre"

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 shit at you
You gon' be put in a body bag
You won't get a chance to fire back

The mollies had a shorty ass
Trippin' strippin' in my kitchen
Push my thumb in her ass while
I was strokin' her kitten
I be in my own zone
Still clutchin' the chrome
Talk state of the art
You will see 'nine to foe
My passport need pages
I'm fuckin' round' out in London
Jetlag from jets, wrist lit baguettes
Trippin' in my charm, look bitch, I'm a don
So shit go how I say it go
Fuck if I'm right or wrong
My paper long, bomb kush in the bong
It feels like I'm dreamin' cause a nigga on
I'm so far from a hammy down
I'm out in Miami now
My bitch 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 coke
Stuff ten in the coat nigga, front
I'll have a hand full of dreadlocks
Bitch, I hit your ass with a headshot

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 shit at you
You gon' be put in a body bag
You won't get a chance to fire back