Body Count (feat. Thutmose)

Yeah, body, body, body, body Did Grand Theft Auto really teach You how to shoot down helicopters there? Yeah, yeah, I do, it's just X, A, right trigger I got a hunger, I got a fever And it just won't quit I got a temper, I got a bullet With your name on it Everybody wonders what it's like on top I don't gotta wonder 'cause I call the shots I got a hunger, I got a fever I got a fresh hit list My blood runs cold and my feet run faster I still got heart, I hear a heart don't matter Say what you want and it'll be your last words It ain't a secret, I got a hit list, and, baby, you're up next Stack 'em up, stack 'em up Teach 'em not to fuck with me Rack 'em up, rack 'em up Let 'em know who runs these streets Take 'em down, take 'em down Count 'em out like one, two, three Add a-na-na-na-na-na-na-nother one (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Whoo, whoo, yeah) to the body count You think you can stop me, yeah Oh, man, that's so funny, yeah, I'll pull out the Uzi Blow your brains out, then I'm nutting, yeah This is not a game, ayy, this is not for fame, yeah Baby, I'm deranged, but fuck it, I can't complain, yeah Psycho in my vein (ayy), shootin' with no aim (ayy) Cleanin' out my chopper (ayy), bring it out and it let it bang I might be insane (ayy), my thoughts is to blame (ayy) I've been hurt many times, now you gotta feel my pain I've seen bodies on bodies, bodies on bodies Bodies on bodies, mm-hmm Go in through the lobby, leave in a Audi Hands all bloody, mm-hmm Ridin' with the top off, roof look like it's chopped off Grand Theft Auto taught me how to shoot down helicopters Bullet with your name on it, spray it, let it rain on 'em Told you not to fuck with me That heartless all the same to me, I got so much rage in me Told you not to fuck with me (yeah, yeah) I got a sickness (got a sickness), you wouldn't want this (nah) It's comin' down real bad (real bad, real bad) You brought a dull knife (yeah) into a gun fight (whoo) You better watch your back (watch your back, boy) Don't you ever wonder what it's like on top (yeah) I don't gotta wonder 'cause I'm never not (yuh) I got a sickness (got a sickness), I got a hit list (got a hit list) And baby, you're up next (yeah, yeah, yeah) My blood runs cold (runs cold) and my feet run faster (runnin', baby) I still got heart (uh, yeah), I hear a heart don't matter (don't matter) Say what you want (what you want) and it'll be your last words (yuh) It ain't a secret (yuh), I got a hit list (what?) And baby, you're up next (whoo, whoo, yeah) Stack 'em up (stack 'em up), stack 'em up (stack 'em up, yeah) Teach 'em not to fuck with me (fuck) Bag 'em up (bag 'em up), bag 'em up (bag 'em up, yeah) Let 'em know who runs these streets (yeah) Take 'em down, take 'em down (take 'em down, down) Count 'em out like one, two, three (yeah) Add a-na-na-na-na-na-na-nother one (another one) To the body count