Fat Joe - Drop a Body lyrics

Yeah, uhh, yo familiar sound of the trumpets
Triumphantly, playing in my circumference
The sound of the substance
Bubbling in my mind
Every time I'm touching hundreds
Hustlers know this feeling and they love it
But God bless the men serving
Years by the dozens 'Cause all I ever wanted
Was the finer things, who doesn't
Now getting knocked, it break a brother heart
All our shit is wired, tapped
I said it from the start
Around, dead a nigga, made it out of hell
I started my journey the day they
Taught me how to sell
To this day they still trying
To get niggas to tell
So fuck the DEA and fuck sitting in a cell
I'd rather sit comfy on a 90 foot yacht
All aboard
Model hoes and my criminal confidants
Toast champagne celebrate that we living
And if you disagree, a 1000
Shots is what I'm giving, nigga

Uh, drop a body on 'em, uh huh
Drop a body on 'em, yeah drop a body on 'em
Close casket, nobody saw him

Crime sagas from an entrepreneur
Of white powder
Distributed clean at night hours
Purchasing firearms, praying God forgive us
But thank God for money and the
Pussy that it bring us
If hell has a penthouse, I'll be up in it
The mind state of a
Desperate nigga chasing digit's
Roam the yard with the Grim Reaper
Watch ya step
'Cause your very last breath could
Lead you to your death
Picture got money, you can keep your thoughts
Just give me head and hills and bleed you
And recognize a Don when you in his presence
And ask Bishop Eddie Long if
Dogs go to heaven, woo! Uh

Uh, drop a body on 'em, uh huh
Drop a body on 'em, yeah drop a body on 'em
Close casket, nobody saw him

Yeah, I told you nigga I go hard
Very hard, nigga
Darkside 2 coming your way nigga, arrr!