Lyrics Dead Body (feat. JAG) - M-Hunt

Yeah
Uh, Chubby
Go Gang
Yeah
You know what it is

Aye, look, aye, look
Everybody talking 'bout they balling but we hoop for real
I just give her Goose and she come over and get loose for real
Let the .40 bang, that's on the gang, I'm with the truths for real
You think you got a shot 'til you get popped, my niggas shoot for real
All my niggas with me got the steel, now that's a dead body
Baby told me that her pussy kill now, that's a dead body
Nigga act a fool, then I'm a blast him, that's a dead body
Hope you looking cool up in that casket, that's a dead body

Look, I just gave her 20 for that ass, she got a bread body
Funny how the streets done fed me just how they fed Gotti
Red flag, whoopting with the troops, I got a red shotty
Crack out the kitchen, smelling like we found a dead body
No snitching, cocaine king, I got her nose itching
Whole pidgeon, cooked it so long, a nigga stove clicking
Swear it's like a diamond on my eye, cause I got cold vision
Guess they ain't see the future coming, like the old Pippen
Damn, you look around and all your hoes missing
I ain't got love for none them hoes cause they be pole switching
Hoe's bitching, mad your rich boy ain't put the whole dick in
Cold pimpin', Chubby, I'm the reason why your hoe distant
Hoe's dissing, fuck 'em off the rip, but I am no Piston
Married to the nine, but love the K, I swear I'm so drenched in
Blast his heart
Movie time and you playing the fastest part
Bullets tear that ass apart
Hope that nigga casket sharp

Everybody talking 'bout they balling but we hoop for real
I just give her Goose and she come over and get loose for real
Let the .40 bang, that's on the gang, I'm with the truths for real
You think you got a shot 'til you get popped, my niggas shoot for real
All my niggas with me got the steel, now that's a dead body
Baby told me that her pussy kill now, that's a dead body
Nigga act a fool, then I'm a blast him, that's a dead body
Hope you looking cool up in that casket, that's a dead body

Wait, stop
You ain't who you listen to, you ain't Pop
I caught you slacking, homie just cause your sagging
Don't mean you strapped, in fact
Scrape cash from under the mattress
Get your ass, some new clothing, something that won't static (Yeah)
It don't matter, cause you passive, dog I got cadavers
Talk your shit, or sit there get madder and madder
See I'm tired of all these bitches acting like they some activists
Saying they'll get to scrapping, if action hits (Haha)
But then they call on their friends to aid them, then back out of it (What?)
Now their gang is fighting but they ain't, and kids that's what a pacifist (Pass a fist) is (Get it?)
Easier to ask forgiveness, than permission? Bitch what is this?
Do some shit behind my back, and end up on a hitlist (Pew)
Multi-rhyming, Hulk combining
Best of the ever multiplying
Repping East, but tonight residing Westside, my mind is fucked up (Yeah)
Like cult defining, grab the Colt and hold it sideways
I'm the wrong folk that you poked now you don't leave the driveway (Skrrt)
Hunt and JAG atop of dead bodies
Hunt and tag, bitch we led armies
Running back, strapped so that them ops see
Congrats, you sold like ten copies
I don't fuck with rats, dropped a few from my crew
That played possum in posses
Who doubted me behind back, but to my face gave me props
See, I done dropped all my yes men and now nothing can stop me
It's only time before people treat me properly
Invested in wise investments and now no one can knock me
I make sure that I'm protected in case somebody cross me