Body Parts IV

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul & Gangsta Boo] Yeah! Scale-A-Ton advocates Wuh, and we Da motherfucking Mafia 6ix Classic shit, Body Parts, who we got in this motherfucker? Koopsta Knicca, Gangsta Boo, Lord Infamous, Crunchy Black La Chat, Locodunit, Lil Wyte, Skinny Pimp, JGRXXN Kokoe, Point Blank, Project Pat WHAT? Mafi-Mafia, what's up wit' it doe? Mafia, Mafi-Mafia, what's up wit' it doe, wit' it doe And I know y'all didn't think I was gonna leave my boy Juicy J out this motherfucker [Verse 1: Juicy J] Juicy J I keep them shooters They gun you down cause I say so Talking all that tough shit Now what the fuck you niggas scared for? They about that action They don't do no rapping Ain't got shit to lose They grab them choppers and start clapping Pull up at your moma house, everybody is a victim Nigga we don't leave no witness, we be gone on a mission Gone, now you gon' miss Them choppers on us, no pistols Couple hundred rounds gunned you down Shit sound like some missiles Man, these niggas ain't straight Niggas ain't getting no cake Niggas ain't flipping no weight Niggas just getting in the way Boy these streets ain't safe, try me, make my day Point them guns your way and now you ain't got no face OG in the game and them niggas that focus on somebody that playin' with yall so gucci My nigga I stunt, I will snatch up your dollars When I'm in the club I got 100 bottles You hating ass niggas you ain't got no spine They run up on my watch, so I can't waste no time Not only a threat, I'm also the best You gon' have to learn to accept it like death [Verse 2: Koopsta Knicca] Which one of you fuck niggas wanna test me Real goons, real me, they gone call the police Siren sounds, get this bitch up out this hoe I had to show his cover, snatchin' nuts up out they throat North Memphis beat down, caught 'em on the rebound Deftones, Funky Town, cry now, gun sound Dead mane broke parts, more to get pulled apart Koopsta too hard, my god, body parts [Verse 3: Skinny Pimp] Chrome 40 mag, when you got 'em stuck Ran through the hood, then you ran for the door Got a whole lot of bands but it's not for sale Real street niggas don't hide here Ducking and dodging the cops and shit No it ain't shit to But it bounce right back at big Mafia 6ix They can't keep Skinny Pimp in this bitch With DJ Paul, Gangsta Boo, Scarecrow, Crunch' and Koop We breaking the law, damn they down my door, it's a fact y'all We turning it up, put to hood [?] All of us gots a plug Niggas ain't got no money, why you trying to fuck with us? [Verse 4: Lil Wyte] And I got that thang changed, I hope you ready for what has begun Dumped all these body parts in my trunk, and I did that there just for fun Paul told me a long time ago "This day would come" And it's finally here I got blonde hair, both eyes are blue, my german blood is that pure Now I'm all the way gone ho when you need this shit Get blessed like you done sneezed and shit I'm starting a new religion and The Scarecrow Will be my beacon bitch Mafia for life with me, my third eye will always see a 6 I'm fully involved will all of this, it's Lil Wyte till I'm deceased bitch [Verse 5: Crunchy Black] I'm all about my business, I'm all about my bread Shoot these motherfuckers dead in the head I'mma make sure all you motherfuckers dead Catch a nigga slipping, hit him for the bread Duct-duct tape them, that's what I said Check from over there, look up under the bed All a nigga came for was motherfucking bread Mafia 6ix in this motherfucking bitch [Verse 6: La Chat] La Chat bitch, I'm wrecking shit Bitch talking, texting and shit Now these hoes be talking shit But ya hoes respect this bitch Memphis, Tenn not gang land, right hand's my gun hand Fucked up, we getting fucked up, that bull shit, fuck you say? Bodies we be slaying, fuck you we dump them in your trunk No remorse for all these haters, run them down like Forest Gump Westwood is my hood, and I rep it all day Automatics, desert eagles is the tools, wanna play? [Verse 7: Project Pat] Pat'aahh Chopper on the floor, work on the stove Loud to my lips, smoke out my nose All these bands, I be jugging on my hustle, on my grind You get fucked up little pussy with my fingers on this nine Cut the grass like a lawnmower, like a rake Fought you niggas like Django, quick as a snake Anything for the money, wrappin' dummies, you been had With the pistols upside your head I'm like death checkin' bad Project like them Rolex's and them Breitling's Duffel bag full of motherfucking dead white men Thought you bitch pussy was on lock down like the pen But I smashed on her ass like [?] [Verse 8: Locodunit] Ready for 09's, ain't got a role model You fuck with my high, you're not going to roll right Breaking two gold bottles, hang with the real Chill with the real robbers, killers and pill poppers We cuffing that shit and them niggas who steal choppers Fuck how you feel about us, Real lane Scale-A-Ton tatted cross my arm, drum in my palms Kush weed in my index and my thumb, exhale from my lungs Load the Tommy Gun, split the tongues, kill them one by one And dump all they body parts into my trunk [Verse 9: Point Blank] Didn't give a fuck about yesterday, don't give a fuck today And tomorrow I'm probably going to feel the same fucking way They love you me I hit it, hate me when I miss it So much yack in my system you can smell it when I'm pissing I smoke like a broke down engine I love my money like I love my women Let me show you how to whip it Let me show you how to pack it Let me show you how to sell it Let me show you how to stack it Pillow talking with these rats might get you excited But don't let the pillow talk get you green lighted Now I'm in the mix with the Mafia 6ix, but I breathe H-Town I'mma die coalition (South Park coalition) Told you once, told you a million motherfucking times I'm like a shredder, don't get caught up in my fucking grind Miss me with that shit, it's the wrong night Body parts, hope it's them bitch niggas I don't like [Verse 10: J-Green, aka JGRXXN] M - Monkey ass niggas eat banana clips A - And water niggas 'bout to make me click F - Fucking with the 6ix, catch a hollow tip I - I never go, never holla click A - Ana for you niggas to the grizzle And niggas think they superman, so you can get ya issue 6ix - million ways to put them in the trunk JGRXXN on the scene, put the body parts in dump [Verse 11: Kokoe & DJ Paul] I'm the hardest Mexican, out of west L.A Talk that shit your body end up in the fucking bay All I listen to is Eazy and N.W.A Now I'm riding with the Mafia, homie known to spray Numb killers, drug dealers, cap-pealers And hoes that never catch feelings Cut the check, I cut your neck, put you in a body bag Because your boy never ever ever have respect for a snitch Nah bitch (Don't want it) Nah bitch (Don't want it) Nah, nah, nah, nah (Don't want it) Scale-A-Ton advocates, Scale-A-Ton advocates, you don't want nothing bitch [Verse 12: Lord Infamous] It's the murder chainsaw massacre [?] attacking ya I'm leaking them like Dracula The bullets get on smacking ya The ammo enter front then it coming out the back of ya I got a butcher blade It's getting frantic when I'm stabbing ya Dagger detachin'-ous, sledgehammer smash ya up Put on the gas and light a match, watch your ass combust I am Lord Infamous, I do not take prisoners Mission to injure ya, decrease your temperature Serial killer, wicked voodoo minister Scorpion, sometimes I'm Dr. Kevorkian Shoot you in the porch and leave your kids, need an orphanage Ghetto went corporate, Illuminati ornament [Verse 13: Gangsta Boo] All these fake ass hoes in my face, mane we ain't cool Got back with the 6ix, now I'm killin' bitches, Boo sewed up Unexpected got them bitches shaking Leave you like you shot your own self in the basement Grew up in Memphis, so I'm kinda crazy I don't give a fuck about what they saying Hashtag that shit, put them in the river Muddy Mississippi we some cold stone killers [Verse 14: DJ Paul] Yeah, the Champ is here I'm 'bout to come out swinging Why the fuck these niggas fuck with me, what was they thinkin'? What the fuck they on? What the hell you niggas been drinking? I'm too deep in the game my dudes slay these niggas delinquints [?] you out of sequence I put you in on a secret, I make you stop breathing I leave your ass stinking without me even fucking blinking I'm harder than hard, don't fuck with the god I come from a part where niggas don't starve, where niggas they eat Don't give a fuck about friends, them niggas hittin' I leave them leaking, and that there is a fuckin' bad end My gun don't give a fuck about illegal when I pull the trigger It don't care if you even a fucking nigga This pussy shit is unacceptable, don't test my testicles I'm pointing red decimals, and leaving you niggas vegetables With Ben Frank's & Jackson is the only way I got two faces Hydra-shok bullets strong enough to take out two faces Niggas got my name on their tongue like they shoe laces I lace you niggas with revolver bullets and leave no traces Leave them up with the slug, mouth full of silverware Put the price on your head, now my goons are millionaire Quickness like intensive care, put you niggas in prison care I don't give a fuck about care, so I never care I'm a millionaire so the traphouse a brick.. Nah I'm lying, I still sell a brick A gun from the M, so I still sell a bitch Ride around in a Rolls with my nose in that shit, trick With hella guns, big guns, you really want some? I ain't Santa, I'm Satan, my guns go rappa-pam-pam And I bomb on these bitches Vietnam these niggas know Where the fuck I'm coming from, try to play dumb ya done, bitch!! [Outro: DJ Paul] Fuck you motherfuckers I'm out of here I'm going to the bar