The Game, The Alchemist, Prodigy of Mobb Deep - Dead Bodies lyrics

We out in this pen game'll
Blow that bitch up
From the world's most infamous
First Infantry yo Alchemist
This shit raw like fresh beef nigga
We boyz 'n the hood, wanna see a dead body?

Sittin' in a lowrider
With murder on my mind
Cause' I had too many dead
Homies in my lifetime
That's why I ride with a
Nine and them hollow tips
Lift niggas like a chrome hydraulic switch
With a hood rat in the car that swallow dick
So good that I got P on that 6-4 Impala shit
She from Compton just like me
Caramel with extensions just like Eve
She wanna go to a Knicks game
Sit next to Spike Lee
We'll do the right thing


Blow a nigga out his Nikes
She married to The Game, that's wifey
Ask Gotti get them blood stains
Out your white T p in the backseat
Fingerfuckin' 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 IV

We out in Cali
P and Game straight blow that bitch up
We out in New York
Pen game'll blow that bitch up
You can't stop us
We gettin' this money it's not bangin'
You can't pull that shit this way
We head bangin'
With them Glocks and them oo-ops
Me and my fools shoot
Why you tryin' to do that
I suggest you do not
My chain is hot, what's more hot than that
That's how I murda' music
That's why your broads on my back
Got your birds on my shoulders
They all over me and ready to fuck Game and
Whoever else roll with me
My presence is strong
I have a bitch seein' dollar signs
Spots stare at me too long (Bitch)
Have you seein' that white light
You come at me wrong or any one of my dogs
I'll be settin' it off
You was raised on beef and live real drama
Don't let the coupes twist you
We lettin' Os off

(A-A-A-A-A-Alchemist)
Prodigy: We out in this p and Game
We'll blow that bitch up (Queensbridge)
Game: P and Game rollin' the Dutch
(From the world's most infamous
First Infantry)
P and Game straight blow that bitch up
Mixed with the ALC
(Alchemist 'been my nephew for a minute)
(Mobb Deep and all that)
Prodigy: NYC to LA we do our sweep

We out in Compton, P and Game lacin' Chucks
We out in Q-B, P and Game rollin' a Dutch
Dumpin' ashes out the windshield
Haze got my head spinnin'
Like them 24-inch wheels
Ridin' to Suga' Hill bangin' Shook Ones
On the west side highway, hand on the steel
If I like your chain then blood spill
'Cause I ain't get a million dollars
When I signed my deal

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 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 deuce 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

If you from the west side
Nigga throw that shit up
If you bang to east side
Nigga throw that shit up
I ain't trying to be in
The Source or Double XL
I'm just trying to fuck Trina
Cause' Dre said sex sells
And it was either this or jail
Imagine tryin' to fit birds in a Honda Accel
And they caught on the Fed-Ex mail
So we stopped doin' business
And chirpin' on Nextels we gangstas

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'mma survive just how I been
I'mma stay alive 'till the day I die
But right now I'm healthy
Niggas better get up off mine
A bitch is nuttin' we easily fuck it
We posessed by the cash and
These guns we bustin'

(A-A-A-A-A-Alchemist)
Prodigy: We out in this p and Game
We'll blow that bitch up (Queensbridge)
Game: Ain't nobody fucking with us
(From the world's most infamous
First Infantry)
Game: G-UNIT, mixed with the A-L-C
(Alchemist 'been my nephew for a minute)
(Mobb Deep and all that)
Female: I don't know nothing
About The Alchemist, who is he?