Текст песни Bodies Fall (feat. Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Kutt Calhoun, Tech N9ne & The R.O.C.) - Prozak
You
motherfuckers
is
still
talkin'
Shit
like
Tech
Nina
ain't
breezy
right?
I
got
a
host
of
motherfuckers
to
let
You
know
that
the
bodies
will
fall
nigga
Kutt
Calhoun,
Prozak,
The
R.O.C.,
Blaze
Ya
Dead
Homie
From
my
town
and
your
town
nigga
goes
down
e'ry
day,
all
day
Ayy
Kutt
nigga,
kill
I
done
told
you
niggas
time
after
time,
Blood,
the
feeling
is
mutual
What
I
could
do
to
you,
what
tip
of
the
bullet
would
prove
to
you
Boy
period
I've
furious
styles,
and
you're
little
no
Boyz
n
the
Hood
Acting
like
you
Top
Ramen
ain't
noodle
fool
AK
automatics
passing
like
auto
through
traffic
Break
way,
from
the
traffic
acting
as
nothing
had
happen
KC,
I'm
the
drama
soldier,
the
KC
mosiah
dope
Boy
now
turn
your
punk
ass
over,
motherfucker
The
R.O.C.
take
your
life
then
leave
fuck
some
with
me
Pipe
bomb
in
every
word
so
follow
my
lead
I
destroy
any
I
come
across
so
very
fabric
Knitted
into
something
I
said
it
I
Lotus
smoke
it
then
pivot
Right
into
your
fast
lane
I
want
you
observe
The
way
my
complex
flows
submerge
then
damage
your
verse
I'm
a
mad
man
and
any
think
they're
worse
than
this
Grab
your
dick
and
bring
you
A-game
'cause
I'm
the
shit
Hey
mayne
let
me
tell
you
something
Better
watch
your
backpack,
we
bustin'
When
you
hear
that
clack
clack
concussion
We
made
bodies
fall
Hey
mayne
let
me
tell
you
something
Better
watch
your
backpack,
we
bustin'
When
you
hear
that
clack
clack
concussion
We
made
bodies
fall
The
name
is
Blaze,
still
rollin'
with
Smith
& Wesson
The
caliber
is
45
for
a
motherfucker
who
pressing
his
luck
Homie
my
niggas
get
stuck
lights
off
arms
a
By
they
neck
of
the
Shit
is
real
deep,
bustin'
out
the
seven
three
cali'
R.O.C.
and
Prozak,
who
your
bitch
ass
gon'
tell
that?
The
45
is
locked
and
loaded,
take
a
picture
or
quote
it
"'Cause
every
where
I
go,
a
motherfucker
tote
it"
Hey
mayne
let
me
tell
you
something
Better
watch
your
backpack,
we
bustin'
When
you
hear
that
clack
clack
concussion
We
made
bodies
fall
Hey
mayne
let
me
tell
you
something
Better
watch
your
backpack,
we
bustin'
When
you
hear
that
clack
clack
concussion
We
made
bodies
fall
Tecca
Nina
sit
bustin',
put
you
in
my
world
Afterbirth
and
blood
of
a
virgin
I
threw
in
my
curl
With
the
smell
of
lusting
and
[?]
of
human
eyed
swirl
Nuts
in
the
back
of
the
bus
'cause
I'm
fuckin'
them
Suicide
Girls
Sorry
and
shit,
I'm
a
player's
what
I
told
the
bitch
Fuck
her
[?]
I
was
trippin'
and
didn't
notice
it
I
comfort
the
chick
and
then
watch
her
corrode
the
brick
When
watchin'
Resident
Evil
and
jackin'
off
to
Milla
Jovovich
I
be
merged
through
the
screen
of
smoke,
my
vision's
blurred
From
this
herb
disturb
it's
Bobby
swing
from
ropes
I
cling
to
hopes
I
try
to
hide
from
things
I
think
most
Concealed
like
cloaks
you
wear
your
coat,
you
might
just
get
soaked
And
shit
it
ain't
no
joke
I
warned
you
man,
we
straight
to
the
throat
From
SAG
to
Detroit,
we
thankful
for
them
things
that
we
chose
So
don't
provoke
or
get
close,
so
Smith
& Wesson
folks
And
know
that'll
get
broke,
and
choke
like
thick
smoke
Hey
mayne
let
me
tell
you
something
Better
watch
your
backpack,
we
bustin'
When
you
hear
that
clack
clack
concussion
We
made
bodies
fall
Hey
mayne
let
me
tell
you
something
Better
watch
your
backpack,
we
bustin'
When
you
hear
that
clack
clack
concussion
We
made
bodies
fall
1 Keep Grindin' (feat. Krizz Kaliko)
2 Holy War (feat. Mike E. Clarke)
3 Bodies Fall (feat. Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Kutt Calhoun, Tech N9ne & The R.O.C.)
4 Psycho, Psycho, Psycho! (feat. Bizarre & King Gordy)
5 Living in the Fog (feat. Cypress Hill)
6 Fading... (feat. Twiztid & Krizz Kaliko)
7 Good Enough (feat. Mike E. Clark)
8 Under the Rain (feat. Krizz Kaliko)
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