Body Snatchaz

Lyrics

[Intro: Bukshot] This is Bukshot The Mobstyle Assassin with Hostile, N-Do, and Dom P from Straight Legz Clique. If you fuck up, your body's getting snatched up. You better tell somebody. (Somebody) [Verse 1: Bukshot] Bukshot The Body Snatcher bringing drama like an actor Trespassing in my grass, get you mowed like a tractor Chopped down like a Crip, killed like a Blood I mean swimming in my water, get you drowned like a flood Never gave a fuck about a hater judging me (Uh uh) As you can see, them motherfuckers ain't budging me So what? Tonight we dance 'til the weakest man falls Come and get some if you want it, I'm screaming "Fuck 'em all" (Fuck 'em all) Where's yo nuts at? Bitch-made victims rest in piss My little red dot guarantees I don't miss Hollow tips I spit'll make yo chest feel like shit When they hit your life gets off quicker than a clit Calling 5-8-2, Clue labeled you as a snitch Hustle hating on the phone got you put in a ditch As I leave this place with a grin on my face No witness (witness), no weapon (no weapon), no killa (killa), no case (No case) [Chorus: Bukshot, Dom P, Hostil] It's body snatchaz like us who put the hood on the map This real shit, won't quit 'til they stop making straps It's body snatchaz like this who makes the world go round And real shit never stopped you, two be dead on the ground [Verse 2: Hostil] I heard your bushes shaking Who's 'bout it? Many player hate They want my skrilla, and the world is killer But in sin, they after Satan Fuck debate, bury them under the bushes Picking up that Uzi like a mammy, on my enemy Several bullet holes is when I'm with killer Gs Fuck around with me, I'ma have to bleed ya Life as a hater riding up fatal, jealousy The world don't need ya Live or die, I strap chrome in the folds Dead bodies of rivals are told, coming sideways 'til the grind folds I keeps hitting, too realer for niggas to be bullshitting Black team when I was spitting Niggas die daily on the third rock from the sun Big Cali, DJ breakout, catching G, Una Rosa alcove Jump to the vibe in the wicked street Soldiers bled the sheet, these new ways have got me packing heat No lie, guerrilla warfare In the last days nobody cares about your healthcare [Chorus: Bukshot, Dom P, Hostil] It's body snatchaz like us who put the hood on the map This real shit, won't quit 'til they stop making straps It's body snatchaz like this who makes the world go round And real shit never stopped you, two be dead on the ground [Verse 3: N-Do] Still breathing in shock I done went hard, full of revenge Tonight is midnight, dressed in black again with an extra chopper An AK to make it fill up in shots Dipping bullets in chyme Double just to leave you extra hot And win player, I got OGs that's slaying in tree and bushes Ready to rush it, touch it and bust a young punk You's a cold chump, walk around with a chip on your shoulder I got niggas that'll hold you in the trunk And my clique stays ready for fetty Ride around in drop-top acting duffy, rentals, estrogen Chevy's Quit all yo hating, eight years I've waiting to make a statement Since you was trying to take it, I've been in your hood hibernating if I don't make it And I got to see my Lord and Beholder and fall to the floor Ask for forgiveness and still won't draw my blood Then do dirt, put in work, have cheese to make bail Get yo block, say "What's cracking?" dope sales and weed smell Then it's all action, on the street as we keep packing and cash snatching Watch out for 2-0-1 Gs, don't always smash it [Chorus: Bukshot, Dom P, Hostil] It's body snatchaz like us who put the hood on the map This real shit, won't quit 'til they stop making straps It's body snatchaz like this who makes the world go round And real shit never stopped you, two be dead on the ground [Verse 4: Dom P] We snatch 'em up Take this body bag and wrap 'em up If anybody witness this, the shit we did Load up the Gats and clap 'em up Holy mackerel, these killers ain't playing, they spitting shrapnel Straight at your noggin' leaving holes in your toboggan Death is actually a survival tactic for me Niggas drop as casualties instead of going naturally Who got my back but me? And a strap causing catastrophe He's known the blasphemy, so fuck the world it's only MAC and me Tonights forecast calls for lead showers And when it rains it pours It's a name on the bullet, and look, it's yours The money, the power, the chronic, the whores The picture of your face on a milk carton in every store MIA used to be MVP You only got a single shot away, I licked off three Times three plus three for even trying to bust me No need to reload, just toss you in a trunk that's rusty, it's Dom P [Chorus: Bukshot, Dom P, Hostil] It's body snatchaz like us who put the hood on the map This real shit, won't quit 'til they stop making straps It's body snatchaz like this who makes the world go round And real shit never stopped you, two be dead on the ground It's body snatchaz like us who put the hood on the map This real shit, won't quit 'til they stop making straps It's body snatchaz like this who makes the world go round And real shit never stopped you, two be dead on the ground [Outro: Bukshot] You better tell somebody