Pimp Daddy - Bloody Body lyrics

First Verse (Tec-9): n***a watch out, cuz here I come ready to bust your dome The capital, T-E-C, from the three I know you know me You best to pray, if I decide to stay, overnight in your bushes What about three of my pushers? With Tec-9, he splits vines Don't want to face the bounty hunter comin' at'cha from the Uptown area Ready to bury ya Don't want to be no victim of the clique So I shoot first, I'm spittin' but I still got hit But my condition is not worser than that n***a He's nothin' but a bloody body, a bloody body Plus I got the Black Connection standin' right beside me And now the rest of your clique has got to deal With the pistol-packin', Black Connection branch start Uptown Ready to take 'em down, ready to take 'em down b**hes ask me what will I be doin' tonight I tell them b**hes that I got a session with the mic Parle' is cool and okay, but I'd rather chill and hustle I break it to 'em easy, fit the pieces to the puzzle I'm always on a come up, don't run up, don't make me put my gun up The master, b**h n***a blaster Top dollar makes me aim for the collar Better watch me because I'm comin', you know I'm comin' Second Verse (B.G.): It's, it's, it's the n***a with the black suit ready to mug Off it n***a or get plugged, cuz I spit seventeen slugs I'ma steal when I'm on a creep, ready to bust Full of that dope, don't give a f**, I run up on ya get stuck I'll off a priest n***a, n***as who got it, off that yay, I'ma rape up Yella I'ma rope 'em (Lil' Doogie I'ma tape 'em) n***a call your people tell'em I want fifteen If they don't bring it I'ma put your b**h a** in that Gangsta lean If you play hard then they gone find you in the trunk straight foul Cuz you got done up by that Black Connection juvenile I'ma straight mug ya Thirteenth Ward thugsta Disrespect me I'll put you in check, then I'm gone bust ya You know what's happenin', I'm a hustla Turn you into crusta Dust ya, disgust ya, straight unplug ya Slug ya up b**h with the hollow points to your chest You wanna be greedy, stingy, put your a** to rest B.G., put your a** six feet n***a Over some yay, you done met my f**in' heat n***a Put to sleep n***a, best believe I creep n***a In a hooptie me and my boys four deep n***a Two if you got it, I told you already to hide it Cuz I'm comin', and I'll do anything tryin' to find it I'm on a come up, livin' good is the reason That I get mail all year round, it's duct tape season So strap up, cuz I'ma close shop when I pop And I don't tear down one house I tear down the whole block So get your sh** together, do what'cha gotta do Cuz the muthaf**in' B.G. is comin' through n***a Third Verse (Yella): Just who's the one mad at me? Watch the bloody tragedy I shoulda, woulda, coulda, coulda knocked ya in the headdress "G" Right go get the black glove, ready to put in work Hope you have your issue, well if not then you'z a jerk I'm steady thinkin' devious, my thoughts about drama Fill you with the hollows then go straight to the Bahamas The snipers on your scalp and I'm a k**a so I snatch it Bailey's and St. Ide's on every Sunday that's my habit Gonna get you singin' the blues, if you wanna get somewhere Got'z the top of the line Rugers, bout to make your skin tear Cuz I don't care, and you know the effects of this affair Down for war, nothin's funny like Fozzie Bear, I'ma dump ya n***a Cremators gone, fingertips, rest is bone Ambulance on the way, cuz the day I plead is half gone My clique consists of n***as that rap or bust back And who conference down, black on black Duck here come the chucks and sh** Like Van Dyke, til' the feat is over "G"