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T.i. - Body Bags lyrics
I got my hand on my damn cock/
 And i coped a gun so big it could probubly kill handcock/
 I aint a rat, me talkin to the damn cops/
 Is like lewis Fericon eatin hamhocks/
 Imma gorilla but im slicker than a damn fox/
 Been cool since pre-school playin in the sand box/
 Imma hustla i used to hand tha gram na'
 I can stand on the corner sellin gram after gram ha'/
 And no im not from japan ha'/
 It just look like its asian in me/ cuz i keep the hasian in me/
 I been in jail, I got a couple 100 dayz ^ n me/
 But i still keep the ak and the razor wit me/
 I ball hard so other ballers is afraid to stick me/
 Cuz if i get fouled ill probubly shoot the teck/
 And you can be the next nigga ill shoot to def/
 I wild-out,But if i foul out ill shoot the ref/
 Im happy when im in the coupe' but the roof depressed/
 Cuz i always put them down the trunk is where i put them now/
 I got doe, ever since 0 put a pound in my hand/
 I been the man, you should put the crown on my dome/
 im on the phone havin conference callz/ wit millionare
 "yeah" looked what i accomplished ya'll/
 And i aint tryna take a life i got a contience ya'll/
 Plus the cops send you ^ north like the compass ya'll/
 I was 17 living out in yanker ya'll/
 Signed to RuffRiders wit a flow that was bonkers ya'll/T.i. - Body Bags - http://motolyrics.com/ti/body-bags-lyrics.html
 I can even lie, you can BMY, you can ask swiss too, SB and kiss too/
 you can ask DMX, the female Pitt 2/ and they'll let
 you know all the battles i had to get threw/
 You can ask dragon sheek about how i had to eat/
 thousands of muff**kaz, YUP, man i had the streets/
 But aint no money in battlin'/
 And i had to eat/
 I can spit reckless but i had to make a hit record/
 And now i make hit record after hit record/ And i make
 chicks get naked like this check it/
 I juss lick my lips on some LL shit/
 and make em' laugh on some david chappelle shit/
 and they be on some lets go to the hotel shit/
 and i give em' hard dick on some just got out of jail shit/
 The innocent man, been in the Can/
 And i neva made a statement never been on the stand/
 And its all about the benjamins man...real talk/
 and you dude cant walk in my timbalands man/
 and m y sneeks dont fit you/ the streets dont f**k wit you/
 And i sip champain/
 And i throw back shots/
 and smoke pot the color of a Apple Jacks box/
 I rap but i sold crack rocks/
 And had the block jumpin like the frogs on the honey smacks box/
 YOU DIGG EM"....BODY BAGS!!!!!!!!!!








