| Real shit, real shit nigga
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| Yeah, uh
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| Homicide city, another homicide
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| Catch your body for my zip code
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| Leave your top open like a fishbowl
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| Just know niggas on the block with the fish scale
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| Get a bowl, hit it slow
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| Everybody on the block they just tryna get it though
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| Get it though
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| And tell a nigga bout a three way, no subliminals
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| We be climbin' through your window slow
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| Big magazine make you centerfold
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| Push the envelope, make a wall pop like you’re in a coke
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| Finish you
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| Whippin' through Iraq, nigga fuck Obama
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| These niggas is fish swimmin' with piranhas
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| Watch homie get killed right on that corner
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| He was chasin' commas now he’s a goner
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| Now we so focused cause we so hopeless
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| Grandma came down to me and spoke this
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| The game ain’t full of shit but vultures
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| Your homies ain’t your homies, nigga you ain’t owe shit
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| Compton academy
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| Up 10 with no batteries, that’s why they mad at me
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| Some homies is causalities
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| That’s my reality, go on the faculty
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| Hundred round drum when the K come
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| Young niggas racin' down the Crans as the bass thump
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| They won’t give it to me, I’ma take some
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| Know I must pay for my sins when the day come
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| Catch a body for my zip code
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| (Leave your top open like a fishbowl
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| Just know niggas on the block)
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| Catch a body for my zip code
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| (Leave your top open like a fishbowl
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| Homicide city another homicide)
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| Catch a body for my zip code
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| (Leave your top open like a fishbowl
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| Just know niggas on the block)
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| Catch a body for my zip code
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| (Leave your top open like a fishbowl
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| Just know niggas on the block)
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| Fingertips numb from the cocaine
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| Twenty thousand every time my door swing
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| Count it up again when the door close
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| Plug fronted you the work, you in a dope hole
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| Have the nigga workin' round the clock, takin' no doors
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| Same clothes, nigga never serve the popos
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| Homie the Presidential Rollie, it was so froze
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| He was ice cold till the shit got up in his nose
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| I done seen kings turn to crack fiends
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| Baby used to keep the wheels on the 'Lac clean
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| Fucked around and caught a beam with a trap queen
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| Was wrappin' packages before I had a rap dream
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| Was wrappin' packages before I had a rap dream
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| Was doin' robberies before I had a rap show
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| The type of nigga throw a (?) in the pot
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| And drive a foreign off the lot
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| And cop the motor in the back ho
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| Cause every day a nigga flexin'
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| Finessin', full clip in my weapon
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| I blow like Bob Marley, no worries, no stressin'
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| Head honcho, the boss boy, I play my position
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| Bitch I feel like Nino before he was snitchin', God damn
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| Catch a body for my zip code
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| (Leave your top open like a fishbowl
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| Just know niggas on the block)
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| Catch a body for my zip code
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| (Leave your top open like a fishbowl
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| Homicide city another homicide)
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| Catch a body for my zip code
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| (Leave your top open like a fishbowl
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| Just know niggas on the block)
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| Catch a body for my zip code
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| (Leave your top open like a fishbowl
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| Just know niggas on the block)
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| I ain’t from south central, nigga I’m a menace
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| Get up out the car homie, handle business
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| I give my youngin' 500 to handle witness
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| I find out you hiding out? |
| Your man’ll get it
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| Catch a body for my neighborhood
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| I got a ratchet with the numbers scratched off plus I aim for good
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| I had the kush out in Ravenswood
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| Back in Harlem, had the sour if you talkin' better make it good
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| Better make it quick, I’m with a Jamaican bitch
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| Black and grey Raider fit, drugs you can take your pick
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| This ain’t for your Instagram, don’t take a pic
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| I was tryna take some grams, flip it all, make me rich
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| When I get around this money, it make me itch
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| Finger fuckin' my nina, I’ll make you take a shit
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| Got a bag where your stomach used to be
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| And I ain’t talkin' Billboard but my youngins out here makin' hits
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| Prolly run up in your crib for the safe box
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| Don’t forget that combination when the pressure on
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| Sweat drippin' on the chrome .45
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| And your life if a nigga breathe wrong
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| And I hate cops
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| Catch a body for my zip code
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| (Leave your top open like a fishbowl
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| Just know niggas on the block)
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| Catch a body for my zip code
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| (Leave your top open like a fishbowl
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| Homicide city another homicide)
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| Catch a body for my zip code
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| (Leave your top open like a fishbowl
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| Just know niggas on the block)
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| Catch a body for my zip code
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| (Leave your top open like a fishbowl
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| Just know niggas on the block)
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| Homicide city, another homicide
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| Homicide city, another homicide
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| Homicide city, another homicide
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| Homicide city, another homicide |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Body for My Zipcode , by - DJ Drama. Song from the album Quality Street Music 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп