Body Something (feat. B-Real)

The Alchemist

Compositor: The Alchemist

Yo Alchemist we takin' it back on this one my nigga
Ya dig? Cypress Hill, Soul Assassins, uh

As the game gets older all you niggas get younger
You put your hand in my plate, go 'head and question my hunger
I'll show you how the 6 spit a barrel of thunder
Shoot the math one round, put you six feet under
Pour the liquor out, for my homey who didn't make it
We hold your name up, and celebrate it, never be faded
You on the grind and sometimes shit boggles your mind
How you got away with the crimes and you prospered
Took advantage, of every single thing life has to offer
Thugs never got nothin' nice in the brain
See cold-blooded ass niggas swish ice in their veins
You blinded by the ice on the chains
Divided by the price of the fame
You rollin' like dice in the game
It's a gamble, too hot to handle
Got to know when to hold 'em, fold 'em and then scramble
Move quick, we blow your head out like a candle candle

Y'all know I got the shotty pumpin'
So you know I'm gonna body somethin'
Got the blood in your body pumpin'
Big guns that'll keep your party jumpin'

Y'all know I got the shotty pumpin'
So you know I'm gonna body somethin'
Got the blood in your body pumpin'
Big guns that'll keep your party jumpin'

I get more from the hustle
I get more money, more problems
I get all the look stoned people
I get pigs knockin' on my door
I get hard times all over
I get bitches schemin' on me
I get dough cash in a tight-ass grip
I get you a casket bitch!