Текст песни 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
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