Styles P - Bodies In The Basement lyrics
rate meBodies in the basement
Bodies in the basement
Bodies in the basement
Get your ass turned to a memory
Bodies in the basement
Bodies in the basement
Rock ‘em off more
Bodies in the basement
If you left it up to me, yeah, all of ‘em be shot
Cocaine, red rum, Heron, automatic gun
Watch the led come, talking money then spread some
Nigga you’d die if you try me
Warner Brother, my gun is Death Jam, Joey I E
Definitely won’t jam when you ride up beside me
Straight pound, straight A, bring ‘em on my paydays
And every day is payday
I shoot your shit down like mayday
Ain’t a better rapper, if it is, I don’t know of him
My raise is a whole ass bitch and she’s blowing ‘em
Cuban necktie off buck 50
Realest nigga in rap, come fuck with me
Niggas know and bitches, too
LOX, D block, sickest crew
123, showing what the 4 5th will do
I don’t give a fuck about your family that’s missing you
Bodies in the basement
Bodies in the basement
Bodies in the basement
Get your ass turned to a memory
Bodies in the basement
Bodies in the basement
Rock ‘em off more
Bodies in the basement
If you left it up to me, yeah, all of ‘em be shot
Pretty watch and the pretty whip
Pretty much it’s a pretty gun I get busy with
Playing belly dancing, little fizzy shit
Hate the killer nigga want some silly shit
Silly niggas gotta die too, I’m serious
You grip a pyro, couple niggas is curious
Now I’m in my own gang and my style’s furious
Hating niggas, banging niggas
Wolf pack niggas, show the fame niggas
Quiet niggas do your thing, nigga
To calm down I need a bunch of weed
Or I’ll crack your head like a pumpkin seed
Or a sunflower, or the shell on a walnut
I’m G’d up but I’m all nuts
Or coo coo, or loco
But I‘m just fine with a 9 and trade ocho
Stay the fuck away from me if you talk to po po
Bodies in the basement
Bodies in the basement
Bodies in the basement
Get your ass turned to a memory
Bodies in the basement
Bodies in the basement
Rock ‘em off more
Bodies in the basement
If you left it up to me, yeah, all of ‘em be shot
This is beast music provided by Scram and I
Light it up nigga, get phantom high
Try to keep up with the Jones
Keep up with the beats and keep up with the poems
Spitting out the dome while I’m lighting up the zones
See that, or see me lighting up the chrome
You ain’t fucking with me nigga, neither is your homeboy
Hardest nigga out, standing all alone, boy
You want the title? Set the match up
I’ll push you down and you ain’t getting back up
I’ll fuck around until you’re back up
Phase two, niggas gonna say go slate you
Bodies in the basement
Bodies in the basement
Bodies in the basement
Get your ass turned a memory
Bodies in the basement
Bodies in the basement
Rock ‘em off more
Bodies in the basement
If you left it up to me, yeah, all of ‘em be shot
