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Midge Ure - Dead Bodies lyrics
[Prodigy] (The Game)
 We out in this...P and Game, we'll blow that bitch up
 From the world's most infamous, 1st Infantry
 (Alchemist, this shit raw like fresh beef playa
 We boyz in da hood...wanna see a dead body)
 [Verse 1 - The Game]
 Sittin in a lowrider, murda on my mind
 Cuz I had too many dead homies in my lifetime
 Thats why I ride wit a nine and dem hollow tips
 Lift niggaz like a chrome hydraulic switch
 Wit a hood rat in the car that swallow dicks
 So good that I got P on that 6-4 Impala shit
 She from Compton just like me
 Caramel wit extensions just like Eve
 She wanna go to a Knicks game, sit next to Spike Lee
 Well do the right thing, blow a nigga out his Nikes
 She married to The Game, thats wifey
 Ask Gotti get them blood stains out your white tee
 P in the backseat finger fuckin her girlfriend
 That'll put a golf ball hole in your right cheek
 Start trippin over colors like Ice-T
 And you can watch your life slip away through an I.V
 [Verse 2 - Prodigy]
 We out in Cali, P and Game straight blow that bitch up
 We out in New York, P and Game we blow that bitch up
 You can't stop us, we gettin this money its not bangin
 You can't pull that shit this way, we head bangin
 Wit dem glocks and dem oo-ops
 Me and my fools shoot, wutchu tryin do that
 I suggest you do not
 My chain is hot, whats more hot than that
 Thats how I murda music, thats why your broads on my back
 Got two birds on my shoulders, they all over me
 And ready to fuck Game and whoever else roll wit me
 My presence is strong, I have a bitch seein dollar
 signs spots stare at me too long
 Have you seein that white light you come at me wrong
 Or any one of my dawgs, I'll be settin it off
 You was raised on beef and live real drama
 Don't let the coupes twist you, we lettin o's off
 [Prodigy] (The Game)
 We out in this...P and Game, we'll blow that bitch up
 (P and Game rollin the Dutch)Midge Ure - Dead Bodies - http://motolyrics.com/midge-ure/dead-bodies-lyrics.html
 P and Game, we'll blow that bitch up, mixed with the A L C
 NYC to LA we do our sweep
 [Verse 3 - The Game]
 We out in Compton, P and Game lacin Chucks
 We out in QB, P and Game rollin a Dutch
 Dumpin ashes out the windshield
 Haze got my head spinnin like dem 24 inch wheels
 Ridin to Suga Hill bangin shook ones
 On the westside highway, hand on the steel
 If I like your chain then blood spill
 Cuz I ain't getta million dollars when I signed my deal
 [Verse 4 - Prodigy]
 Nigga I'll tie your wife to a chair and blow that bitch up
 You better fire proof your crib, I'll blow that shit up
 I'm all about this crime shit for real, this rap shit is luck
 Try to score points on me, I'll fasten you up
 In that smelly proof bag, real real fast
 Shoot the duce under my arm, I'm real real slick
 Can't put a tail on me, I drive too fast
 Can't put tag on me, I smoke people ass
 [Verse 5 - The Game]
 If you from the westside, nigga throw that shit up
 If you bang to eastside, nigga throw that shit up
 I ain't tryna be in The Source or Double X L
 I'm just tryna fuck Trina cuz Dre said sex sells
 And it was either this or jail
 Imagine tryna fit birds in a Honda Accel
 And they caught up on the Fed Ex mail
 So we stopped doin business and chirpin on Nextels
 We gangstas
 [Verse 6 - Prodigy]
 I fold people in half, I tore people ass
 But they still wanna ride out as long as we see death
 I get money, and I don't need your help or friendship
 But love, I'ma survive just how I been
 I'ma stay alive till the day I die
 But right now I'm healty, niggaz betta get up off my
 A bitch is nuttin we easily fuck it
 And we posessed by the cash and these guns we bustin
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