But it gets so fucky cold When it's late at night Leave the foxholes on their own Do you sleep well at night? Body count, feeling hot Body count, keeping
it gets so fucky cold When it's late at night Leave the foxholes on their own Do you sleep well at night? Body count, feeling hot Body count, keeping
my money count money My nickname is Billy, I'm a motherfucking star My penthouse so high that my address is Mars Auto oil rig, now my bank counts Arabian
p-o, p-i,m-p, we be p-a,p-e-r...chase Chorus: Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase Verse 2:
Who am I? The best rapper alive The best rapper alive The best rapper alive The best rapper alive Swagger right, check game tight And they gon R E S P E
no need to go under with the D. Waynes number, woman, you?ll be ? feelin free C-e-l-e-b-r-a-t-e Me, L.O.V.E Love Shoot me up in the mainline
won't, I'm a neighbor who will, get the job done.. Chorus (+ kane says "i get the job done!" every two lines) [kane] t.r., take it to the
Like shaft and the Mack cause I'm mad and I'm black I'm a perfect plan a good boyfriend I'm the reason rap rules and the country out Cool J-A-M-E-S Fresh
pigs in the crowd get thier head cracked [mr. serv-on] Here I come again on the straight coming The s to the s to the e to the e to the r to the r to
me speak The b double o-t-l-e-g-t-h-e-r-a-p C-a-p-o-n-e-d-a-y-t-o-n-a-v-e Chorus: repeat 4x D-o-to the p-e-d-a-y-t-o-n-a-v-e a killa (g, d-a-y-t-o
and jidoe I sing, on record, I get respected never neglected Well protected edu-i-do you know that i'm The, oh-riginal b, i-z-m-a-r, k-i with e And
acts from here to tahiti It's a one two three count, and I'm knockin out Without a doubt (why e? ) I got clout! Homeboy you should know, I'm de commando
the green but I'm not the weed, man Ay, ay you got that? I got what you need, man Rough raps and booze, that's what we feed, fans I got a body count
They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced On my knees to God, beggin for repentence I'm convinced, that I'm a thug They got me fiendin for my
it out Aiight One O this E. Feezee, I gotta, I gotta Thank my math teacher Count Dracula For just teachin' a brother to you know Count his marbles you
