Prodigy of Mobb Deep, Boogz Boogetz - It’s a Body lyrics

[Prodigy of Mobb Deep, Boogz Boogetz - It’s a Body lyrics]

I got a whole lot of soldier
You don't want to move on me
You just want to talk
Because soon as move on me
It's a body, it's a body, it's a body
We're gone'
Catch a body, catch a body, catch a body
I got a whole lot of soldier
You could never move on me
All you do is talk
Because soon as you move on me
It's a body, it's a body, it's a body
We're gone'
Catch a body, catch a body, catch a body

Look you should know, my mott and mo
Niggas heads will roll, my gun explode
My niggas roll, Mobb Deep and yo
Get locked, the door, get extra blown
Young rolling stoners, I'm on that lean
No not that drink, I'm popping P's
I'm popping pain, get out my lane
It's not your speed, it's not your thang
It's only for the criminals
Who put you up in critical
I feel sorry for your mama
Your family will be missing you you mental
I will turn your physical into spiritual
Knock you out and then piss on you
Worldstar that, I get you views
You want to be known, I make you famous
Beat your ass up the block butt naked
Nigga you're not nothing
Like you're claiming
Nigga you pop up on me, get wasted
Please, try that with me get basted
Bloody urine, you're marinating
Your lame ass life you have forsaken
Say hello to Satan

I got a whole lot of soldier
You don't want to move on me
You just want to talk
Because soon as move on me
It's a body, it's a body, it's a body
We're gone'
Catch a body, catch a body, catch a body
I got a whole lot of soldier
You could never move on me
All you do is talk
Because soon as you move on me
It's a body, it's a body, it's a body
We're gone'
Catch a body, catch a body, catch a body

Yappy with the talk
That's what niggas be good at
One I pop the trunk
Leave a hater right where he stood at
Codeine up in my cup
All they do is catch stunts
Fuck on any bitch that I want
That whole Cali up in my blunt
And my pockets cheesy like Calzones
Money stretch like a mile long
Bitch I'm getting my style on
We got bricks, brown stone
Hater I stay away from around those
Only fuck with them down hoes
Peep my views and my down lows
If you ain't talking money, dial tone
Infamous until I rest
Let a woman let it click
Said I move too fast, I be in another chick
And I blow up in a O let me hit another zip
Post up on the block and
I kill another shrimp
Looking out for the cops let
Me hit another lick you be fronting
You be stunting in another nigga whip
Haters say goodbye, bet that eight will fly
You niggas sweet, potato pie

I got a whole lot of soldier
You don't want to move on me
You just want to talk
Because soon as move on me
It's a body, it's a body, it's a body
We're gone'
Catch a body, catch a body, catch a body
I got a whole lot of soldier
You could never move on me
All you do is talk
Because soon as you move on me
It's a body, it's a body, it's a body
We're gone'
Catch a body, catch a body, catch a body

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