Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Body Bag Remix, artist - Fabolous. Album song There Is No Competition 2: The Grieving Music Mixtape, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Body Bag Remix |
Yo Fab what up nigga |
Funeral Service, Killa Season, Slime Flu |
Lot of shit going on |
Let’s get ready to go in though |
Huh, I said, ice in a ceramic van? |
Dammit Cam, Cam is stuntin' |
Weed in a picnic basket, bastard hit the panic button |
Over a piece of paper, street sweepers, meat cleavers |
Deep freezer, meet your maker, place your order, we the waiters |
Coke, keep the?, instigators?, keep the flavours |
Main course, meat potatoes, keep your favours, see ya later |
The crew?, black and grey, we the Raiders |
Diamonds in my ear, please baby these are lasers, haters |
Front on me? |
Huh, I doubt it punk |
Pop the trunk, my goons, high noon, out to lunch |
The D&G bag? |
That’s where the weed stash |
Keep cash, breeze past, fuck y’all, eat glass |
My tank on full, ease gas |
Stay on point with the white, (like who?) Steve Nash |
Gun go in the waist, dun' dough, I get cake |
Me and funeral Fab, front row at your wake |
Hit 'em up, shotty blast, zipped up, body bag |
Fifth tucked, then what? |
Bullets hit your body fast |
We beatin' murderers with the same lawyer Gotti had |
Tie him to a pick-up truck and watch his body drag |
Funeral, Killa, this just got very scary |
All the competitions in the cemetery buried |
Jesus piece, rosary, black white canary jerry |
Pardon me, it’s the God in me, marry Mary |
But all them long stairs/stares ain’t necessary, hear me? |
Cannon with me, not the one Mariah Carey carry |
I’m talking sawed offs and 4 fizzys? |
Fuck knocking on the door, to blow the doors off, it’s more easy |
I’m at the top floor of the Wardarf, for four seazzys |
Nickname, never caught off the floor seazzys |
Tonight they lost?, ask Walt Frazier |
We had a little bet, wouldn’t say a vault breaker |
But watch your mouth, I’m not the best insult taker |
I make them call the yellow tapers and the chalk tracers |
They got names for niggas like y’all, it’s called «fakers» |
They should put anthrax in your salt shakers |
In due time let your semi spray, they kidnap my slime |
On a rainy day I got them back with two 9's and 20k |
Timberland boxes of plenty yay, more squares than? |
Our records carry? |
like a Fendi case. |
Huuhh! |
Four five meetings make a long day |
Rap LeBron James 23 a whole ball game |
That’s what we call cane, black rocks, all dames |
No slaves, suit and jewels, pin stripe, ball chain. |
Haa! |
Skinny nigga on his? |
shit |
Benz doors go up like the arms on the Karate Kid |
A cocky kid, no rappers but my pockets big |
«Can I Live» bumpin' pumpin' out my mamas crib |
Burners, mayhem murders |
Gangland, double black suit, white tie off Space Jams |
I’m causing funeral arrangements, make plans |
I’m Paid In Full, y’all ain’t rich like H-Man |