Bodies Still Drop Lyrics

Bodies Still Drop lyrics

featuring Aftamath, Point Blank  

  

  

  

  

  

 [Aftamath]  

  

 Back in '87 started slanging in the hood  

  

 Sworn to the clique, now I'm in it for good  

  

 Me and Dope, brothas hustling all the time  

  

 Steve getting his, big rob, I'm getting mine  

  

 Fools outta line, heard a blast from a steel  

  

 Triggers slapping fools and popping devils in the dome  

  

 3, 5, 4, here it comes, here it comes  

  

 I'm coming outta trunk to pull a gat on you, son  

  

 Managed to 27 and my life is still the same  

  

 Father to an offspring, dodging them coke friends  

  

 Spent 3 months in a place like Sing-Sing  

  

 Now I'm hitting top, jacking fake cops  

  

 That's the reason why, you know, them devils still drop  

  

 La Cosa Nostra, a mafioso  

  

 I'm riding at night, fool, for sleep behind a low  

  

 Devils run too, we get popped  

  

 Dodies still drop...  

  

  

  

 Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...  

  

 Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...  

  

 Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...  

  

 Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...  

  

 Cause, you see, bodies in the ground  

  

 brothas still slaves...  

  

 Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves...  

  

 Cause, you see, bodies in the ground  

  

 brothas still slaves...  

  

 Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves...  

  

  

  

 [Point Blank]  

  

 Yeah, fool, I'm back again committing a sin with the pen  

  

 Full of that gin and juice, uuuh, and that's on the fen  

  

 Bought none in 9-trizey  

  

 So say what ya mean, fool, and mean what you say  

  

 Dissing my hood could be tragic  

  

 So keep South Park out your mouth, I ain't having it  

  

 Yeah, I'm from middle north and in north they don't play  

   

 You get your ass knocked off  

  

 for wearing your hat the wrong way  

  

 Point Blank is in the house so give me my props  

  

 Before I start blowing tops with Glocks  

  

 Punks take my name and put a '10' in front of it  

  

 They bittidy bittidy bit diss me  

  

 but I ain't supposed to say that  

  

 But on the real, take notes what I'm saying, gee  

  

 On the streets you can't take my props away from me  

  

 So when you not on a radio from 6 to 10  

  

 I put some working on your ass and that's on the fen  

  

 Cause talking crap for 4 hours is not a carieer  

  

 Like Jimmy O you be burning down clubs next year  

  

 So when it all hit the fan you go waxed off  

  

 Step in to my hood and get packed off  

  

 Bodies still drop...  

  

  

  

 Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...  

  

 Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...  

  

 Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...  

  

 Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...  

  

 Cause, you see, bodies in the ground  

  

 brothas still slaves...  

  

 Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves...  

  

 Cause, you see, bodies in the ground  

  

 brothas still slaves...  

  

 Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves...  

  

  

  

 [Dope-E]  

  

 The South Park streets, that's where the Dope-E be dwelling  

  

 So I let my nuts hang, peep the story that I'm telling  

  

 The rap game is just like the dope game  

  

 I show no pain and the darkside I blame  

  

 Flames heat up from my heater, main  

  

 Oooh ueee, I'm trying to show you that I'm a real main  

  

 So don't test me cause I already know the answers  

  

 Suckers couldn't rap, maybe they can be my dancers  

  

 Anything goes and it goes where I'm from  

  

 I never feel sorry for you fools coming to get some  

  

 Get some, meaning yours is not mine cause mine is mine  

  

 I'm packing a 9 and I ain't blind  

  

 And you try to understand these street rhymes battles  

    Slipping into quick diss  

  

 Step into the war zone, it's on, there ain't no neutral zone  

  

 Stand your own and cover your dome, prone...  

  

 But not to bad dreams, evil like steam and it seems...  

  

 You wanna try the double team  

  

 Get in your car, think again, take a long ride  

  

 Avoid the homicide, don't come to Park side...  

  

  

  

 Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...  

  

 Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...  

  

 Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...  

  

 Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...  

  

 Cause, you see, bodies in the ground  

  

 brothas still slaves...  

  

 Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves...  

  

 Cause, you see, bodies in the ground  

  

 brothas still slaves...  

  

 Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves