Body Something

[B-Real]

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..

[Hook: repeat 2X]

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

[B-Real]

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!