Pimp Daddy, Yella Boy, Tec-9, B.G. - Bloody Body lyrics

Nigga watch out
Cuz here I come ready to bust your dome
The capital, T-E-C, from the three
I know you know me
You best to pray, if I decide to stay
Overnight in your bushes
What about three of my pushers?
With Tec-9, he split's vines
Don't want to face the bounty hunter
Comin' at'cha from the Uptown area
Ready to bury ya
Don't want to be no victim of the clique
So I shoot first
I'm spittin' but I still got hit
But my condition is not
Worser than that nigga
He's nothin' but a bloody body, a bloody body
Plus I got the Black Connection
Standin' right beside me
And now the rest of your
Clique has got to deal


With the pistol packin'
Black Connection branch start Uptown
Ready to take 'em down
Ready to take 'em down
Bitches ask me what will I be doin' tonight
I tell them bitches that I got
A session with the mic
Parle' is cool and okay
But I'd rather chill and hustle
I break it to 'em easy
Fit the pieces to the puzzle
I'm always on a come up, don't run up
Don't make me put my gun up
The master, bitch nigga blaster
Top dollar makes me aim for the collar
Better watch me because I'm comin'
You know I'm comin'

It's, it's, it's the nigga with the black
Suit ready to mug
Off it nigga or get plugged
Cuz I spit seventeen slugs
I'ma steal when I'm on a creep, ready to bust
Full of that dope, don't give a fuck
I run up on ya get stuck
I'll off a priest nigga, niggas who
Got it, off that yay, i'ma rape up
Yella I'ma rope 'em
(Lil' Doogie I'ma tape 'em)
Nigga call your people tell'em I want fifteen
If they don't bring it I'ma put your
Bitch ass in that Gangsta lean
If you play hard then they gone find
You in the trunk straight foul
Cuz you got done up by
That Black Connection juvenile
I'ma straight mug ya thirteenth Ward thugsta
Disrespect me I'll put you in check
Then I'm gone bust ya
You know what's happenin', I'm a hustla
Turn you into crusta
Dust ya, disgust ya, straight unplug ya
Slug ya up bitch with the
Hollow points to your chest
You wanna be greedy, stingy
Put your ass to rest
BG, put your ass six feet nigga
Over some yay
You done met my fuckin' heat nigga
Put to sleep nigga
Best believe I creep nigga
In a hooptie me and my boys four deep nigga
Two if you got it
I told you already to hide it
Cuz I'm comin'
And I'll do anything tryin' to find it
I'm on a come up, livin' good is the reason
That I get mail all year round
It's duct tape season
So strap up, cuz I'ma close shop when I pop
And I don't tear down one house
I tear down the whole block
So get your shit together
Do what'cha gotta do
Cuz the muthafuckin' BG is
Comin' through nigga

Just who's the one mad at me?
Watch the bloody tragedy
I shoulda, woulda, coulda
Would've knocked ya in the
Headdress G, Right go get the black glove
Ready to put in work
Hope you had the witness spilled
If not then you'z a jerk
I'm steady thinkin' devious
My thoughts about drama
Fill you with the hollows then
Go straight to the Bahamas
The snipers on your scalp and I'm
A killa so I snatch it
Bailey's and St ide's on every
Sunday that's my habit
Gonna get you bringin' the blues
If you wanna get somewhere
Got'z the top of the line Rugers
Bout to make your skin tear
Cuz I don't care
And you feel the effects of this affair
Down for war, nothin's funny
Like Fozzie Bear, i'ma dump ya nigga
Cremators gone, fingertips, rest is bone
Ambulance on the way
Cuz the day I plead is half gone
My clique consists of niggas that
Rap or bust back
And who conference down, black on black
Duck here come the chucks and Skips
And chips Like Van Dyke
Over yo' feet it's over "G"