Body Count - Talk Shit, Get Shot Lyrics

Lyrics Talk Shit, Get Shot - Body Count



Talk shit, get shot!
Act hard motherfucker, get shot!
Pop off, get shot!
Run up motherfucker, get shot!
Niggas ain′t blew up the spot in awhile
Motherfuckers ain't got shot in awhile
Niggas ain′t blew up the spot in awhile
Motherfuckers ain't got shot
Prepare for impact, masks and black gats
You were speaking now your leaking with your bitch ass
I'm′ gonna say this once, I don′t play with the AK
A trip, hit ya with clips and flip ya
I'm not your average reaper with a sweeper
Conflict turns the clock kicks a bullet hits
Motherfucker talk shit get your wig split
I don′t give a fuck about you and your bitch clique
Talk shit, get shot!
Act hard motherfucker, get shot!
Pop off, get shot!
Run up motherfucker, get shot!
Niggas ain't blew up the spot in awhile
Motherfuckers ain′t got shot in awhile
Niggas ain't blew up the spot in awhile
Motherfuckers ain′t got shot
Don't push motherfucker, I push back
Fuck with me you catch a .223
We in the age of the gauge, double-aught to make the talk stop
Black ops I fuckin' live for the headshot
Act hard motherfucker stick your chest out
Break north bitch that will be your best route
Don′t test me, I′m a psycho with a rifle
A beast with the piece, bully with the fully
Anyone can get it
(When you're going to pick your kids up from school)
Anyone can get it
(While you′re in church, praying to God)
Anyone can get it
(Just coming backstage trying to get an autograph)
Anyone can get it!
For some reason, you motherfuckers think this is a game
You think you can say anything you want
And nothing will ever happen to you
You think we live in a new age
But let me tell you, it can happen real easy
Don't make me bring the gravity nigga
You can get hit with the fifth
Twisted with the biscuit
Blasted with the ratchet
Jacked with the MAC
Bodied with the shotty
Dumped with the pump
Rocked with the Glock
Sprayed with the ′K
Domed with the chrome
Downed with the pound
Tapped with the strap
Whacked with the gat
Dusted with the musket
Tagged with the mag
Wrecked with the Intratec
Bled with the lead
Talk shit, get shot!
Act hard motherfucker, get shot!
Pop off, get shot!
Run up, get shot!
Talk shit, get shot!



Writer(s): Tracy Lauren Marrow, William Scott Putney, Ernest Cunnigan, Vincent Duhuan Dennis


Body Count - Manslaughter
Album Manslaughter
date of release
10-06-2014




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