Lyrics Dead Bodies - The Alchemist
(Prodigy)
(The
Game)
We
out
in
this...
P
and
Game,
we'll
blow
that
bitch
up
From
the
world's
most
infamous,
1st
Infantry
(Alchemist,
this
shit
raw
like
fresh
beef
playa
We
boyz
in
da
hood...
wanna
see
a
dead
body)
(1
- The
Game)
Sittin
in
a
lowrider,
murda
on
my
mind
Cuz
I
had
too
many
dead
homies
in
my
lifetime
Thats
why
I
ride
wit
a
nine
and
dem
hollow
tips
Lift
niggaz
like
a
chrome
hydraulic
switch
Wit
a
hood
rat
in
the
car
that
swallow
dicks
So
good
that
I
got
P
on
that
6-4
Impala
shit
She
from
Compton
just
like
me
Caramel
wit
extensions
just
like
Eve
She
wanna
go
to
a
Knicks
game,
sit
next
to
Spike
Lee
Well
do
the
right
thing,
blow
a
nigga
out
his
Nikes
She
married
to
The
Game,
thats
wifey
Ask
Gotti
get
them
blood
stains
out
your
white
tee
P
in
the
backseat
finger
fuckin
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
I.V
(2
- Prodigy)
We
out
in
Cali,
P
and
Game
straight
blow
that
bitch
up
We
out
in
New
York,
P
and
Game
we
blow
that
bitch
up
You
can't
stop
us,
we
gettin
this
money
its
not
bangin
You
can't
pull
that
shit
this
way,
we
head
bangin
Wit
dem
glocks
and
dem
oo-ops
Me
and
my
fools
shoot,
wutchu
tryin
do
that
I
suggest
you
do
not
My
chain
is
hot,
whats
more
hot
than
that
Thats
how
I
murda
music,
thats
why
your
broads
on
my
back
Got
two
birds
on
my
shoulders,
they
all
over
me
And
ready
to
fuck
Game
and
whoever
else
roll
wit
me
My
presence
is
strong,
I
have
a
bitch
seein
dollar
Signs
spots
stare
at
me
too
long
Have
you
seein
that
white
light
you
come
at
me
wrong
Or
any
one
of
my
dawgs,
I'll
be
settin
it
off
You
was
raised
on
beef
and
live
real
drama
Don't
let
the
coupes
twist
you,
we
lettin
o's
off
(Prodigy)
(The
Game)
We
out
in
this...
P
and
Game,
we'll
blow
that
bitch
up
(P
and
Game
rollin
the
Dutch)
P
and
Game,
we'll
blow
that
bitch
up,
mixed
with
the
A
L
C
NYC
to
LA
we
do
our
sweep
(3
- The
Game)
We
out
in
Compton,
P
and
Game
lacin
Chucks
We
out
in
QB,
P
and
Game
rollin
a
Dutch
Dumpin
ashes
out
the
windshield
Haze
got
my
head
spinnin
like
dem
24
inch
wheels
Ridin
to
Suga
Hill
bangin
shook
ones
On
the
westside
highway,
hand
on
the
steel
If
I
like
your
chain
then
blood
spill
Cuz
I
ain't
getta
million
dollars
when
I
signed
my
deal
(4
- Prodigy)
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
shit
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
duce
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
(5
- The
Game)
If
you
from
the
westside,
nigga
throw
that
shit
up
If
you
bang
to
eastside,
nigga
throw
that
shit
up
I
ain't
tryna
be
in
The
Source
or
Double
X
L
I'm
just
tryna
fuck
Trina
cuz
Dre
said
sex
sells
And
it
was
either
this
or
jail
Imagine
tryna
fit
birds
in
a
Honda
Accel
And
they
caught
up
on
the
Fed
Ex
mail
So
we
stopped
doin
business
and
chirpin
on
Nextels
We
gangstas
(6
- Prodigy)
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'ma
survive
just
how
I
been
I'ma
stay
alive
till
the
day
I
die
But
right
now
I'm
healty,
niggaz
betta
get
up
off
my
A
bitch
is
nuttin
we
easily
fuck
it
And
we
posessed
by
the
cash
and
these
guns
we
bustin
(Ad-Libs
till
end)
![The Alchemist - 1st Infantry The Instrumentals](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/g/k/8/h/p32elph8kg.jpg)
1 Dead Bodies
2 The Essence
3 Hold You Down
4 Stop The Show
5 D Block To Qb
6 Bangers
7 Where Can We Go
8 It's A Craze
9 For The Record
10 Boost The Crime Rate
11 Strength Of Pain
12 Bang Out
13 Tick Tock
14 Pimp Squad
15 Different Worlds
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