Body Parts IV lyrics

by

Project Pat


[Intro: DJ Paul & Gangsta Boo]
Yeah! Scale-A-Ton advocates
Wuh, and we Da motherf*cking Mafia 6ix
Classic sh*t, Body Parts, who we got in this motherf*cker?
Koopsta Knicca, Gangsta Boo, Lord Infamous, Crunchy Black
La Chat, Locodunit, Lil Wyte, Skinny Pimp, JGRXXN
Kokoe, Point Blank, Project Pat
WHAT?
Mafi-Mafia, what's up wit' it doe?
Mafia, Mafi-Mafia, what's up wit' it doe, wit' it doe
And I know y'all didn't think I was gonna leave my boy Juicy J out this motherf*cker

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Juicy J I keep them shooters
They gun you down cause I say so
Talking all that tough sh*t
Now what the f*ck you n*ggas scared for?
They about that action
They don't do no rapping
Ain't got sh*t to lose
They grab them choppers and start clapping
Pull up at your moma house, everybody is a victim
n*gga we don't leave no witness, we be gone on a mission
Gone, now you gon' miss
Them choppers on us, no pistols
Couple hundred rounds gunned you down
sh*t sound like some missiles
Man, these n*ggas ain't straight
n*ggas ain't getting no cake
n*ggas ain't flipping no weight
n*ggas just getting in the way
Boy these streets ain't safe, try me, make my day
Point them guns your way and now you ain't got no face
OG in the game and them n*ggas that focus on somebody that playin' with yall so gucci
My n*gga I stunt, I will snatch up your dollars
When I'm in the club I got 100 bottles
You hating ass n*ggas you ain't got no spine
They run up on my watch, so I can't waste no time
Not only a threat, I'm also the best
You gon' have to learn to accept it like death
[Verse 2: Koopsta Knicca]
Which one of you f*ck n*ggas wanna test me
Real goons, real me, they gone call the police
Siren sounds, get this b*tch up out this hoe
I had to show his cover, snatchin' nuts up out they throat
North Memphis beat down, caught 'em on the rebound
Deftones, Funky Town, cry now, gun sound
Dead mane broke parts, more to get pulled apart
Koopsta too hard, my god, body parts

[Verse 3: Skinny Pimp]
Chrome 40 mag, when you got 'em stuck
Ran through the hood, then you ran for the door
Got a whole lot of bands but it's not for sale
Real street n*ggas don't hide here
Ducking and dodging the cops and sh*t
No it ain't sh*t to
But it bounce right back at big Mafia 6ix
They can't keep Skinny Pimp in this b*tch
With DJ Paul, Gangsta Boo, Scarecrow, Crunch' and Koop
We breaking the law, damn they down my door, it's a fact y'all
We turning it up, put to hood [?]
All of us gots a plug
n*ggas ain't got no money, why you trying to f*ck with us?

[Verse 4: Lil Wyte]
And I got that thang changed, I hope you ready for what has begun
Dumped all these body parts in my trunk, and I did that there just for fun
Paul told me a long time ago "This day would come"
And it's finally here
I got blonde hair, both eyes are blue, my german blood is that pure
Now I'm all the way gone ho when you need this sh*t
Get blessed like you done sneezed and sh*t
I'm starting a new religion and The Scarecrow
Will be my beacon b*tch
Mafia for life with me, my third eye will always see a 6
I'm fully involved will all of this, it's Lil Wyte till I'm deceased b*tch
[Verse 5: Crunchy Black]
I'm all about my business, I'm all about my bread
Shoot these motherf*ckers dead in the head
I'mma make sure all you motherf*ckers dead
Catch a n*gga slipping, hit him for the bread
Duct-duct tape them, that's what I said
Check from over there, look up under the bed
All a n*gga came for was motherf*cking bread
Mafia 6ix in this motherf*cking b*tch

[Verse 6: La Chat]
La Chat b*tch, I'm wrecking sh*t
b*tch talking, texting and sh*t
Now these hoes be talking sh*t
But ya hoes respect this b*tch
Memphis, Tenn not gang land, right hand's my gun hand
f*cked up, we getting f*cked up, that bull sh*t, f*ck you say?
Bodies we be slaying, f*ck you we dump them in your trunk
No remorse for all these haters, run them down like Forest Gump
Westwood is my hood, and I rep it all day
Automatics, desert eagles is the tools, wanna play?

[Verse 7: Project Pat]
Pat'aahh
Chopper on the floor, work on the stove
Loud to my lips, smoke out my nose
All these bands, I be jugging on my hustle, on my grind
You get f*cked up little pus*y with my fingers on this nine
Cut the grass like a lawnmower, like a rake
Fought you n*ggas like Django, quick as a snake
Anything for the money, wrappin' dummies, you been had
With the pistols upside your head I'm like death checkin' bad
Project like them Rolex's and them Breitling's
Duffel bag full of motherf*cking dead white men
Thought you b*tch pus*y was on lock down like the pen
But I smashed on her ass like [?]
[Verse 8: Locodunit]
Ready for 09's, ain't got a role model
You f*ck with my high, you're not going to roll right
Breaking two gold bottles, hang with the real
Chill with the real robbers, killers and pill poppers
We cuffing that sh*t and them n*ggas who steal choppers
f*ck how you feel about us, Real lane
Scale-A-Ton tatted cross my arm, drum in my palms
Kush weed in my index and my thumb, exhale from my lungs
Load the Tommy Gun, split the tongues, kill them one by one
And dump all they body parts into my trunk

[Verse 9: Point Blank]
Didn't give a f*ck about yesterday, don't give a f*ck today
And tomorrow
I'm probably going to feel the same f*cking way
They love you me I hit it, hate me when I miss it
So much yack in my system you can smell it when I'm p*ssing
I smoke like a broke down engine
I love my money like I love my women
Let me show you how to whip it
Let me show you how to pack it
Let me show you how to sell it
Let me show you how to stack it
Pillow talking with these rats might get you excited
But don't let the pillow talk get you green lighted
Now I'm in the mix with the Mafia 6ix, but I breathe H-Town
I'mma die coalition (South Park coalition)
Told you once, told you a million motherf*cking times
I'm like a shredder, don't get caught up in my f*cking grind
Miss me with that sh*t, it's the wrong night
Body parts, hope it's them b*tch n*ggas I don't like

[Verse 10: J-Green, aka JGRXXN]
M - Monkey ass n*ggas eat banana clips
A - And water n*ggas 'bout to make me click
F - f*cking with the 6ix, catch a hollow tip
I - I never go, never holla click
A - Ana for you n*ggas to the grizzle
And n*ggas think they superman, so you can get ya issue
6ix - million ways to put them in the trunk
JGRXXN on the scene, put the body parts in dump

[Verse 11: Kokoe & DJ Paul]
I’m the hardest Mexican, out of west L.A
Talk that sh*t your body end up in the f*cking bay
All I listen to is Eazy and N.W.A
Now I'm riding with the Mafia, homie known to spray
Numb killers, drug dealers, cap-pealers
And hoes that never catch feelings
Cut the check, I cut your neck, put you in a body bag
Because your boy never ever ever have respect for a snitch
Nah b*tch (Don't want it)
Nah b*tch (Don't want it)
Nah, nah, nah, nah (Don't want it)
Scale-A-Ton advocates, Scale-A-Ton advocates, you don't want nothing b*tch

[Verse 12: Lord Infamous]
It's the murder chainsaw massacre
[?] attacking ya
I'm leaking them like Dracula
The bullets get on smacking ya
The ammo enter front then it coming out the back of ya
I got a butcher blade
It's getting frantic when I'm stabbing ya
Dagger detachin'-ous, sledgehammer smash ya up
Put on the gas and light a match, watch your ass combust
I am Lord Infamous, I do not take prisoners
Mission to injure ya, decrease your temperature
Serial killer, wicked voodoo minister
Scorpion, sometimes I'm Dr. Kevorkian
Shoot you in the porch and leave your kids, need an orphanage
Ghetto went corporate, Illuminati ornament

[Verse 13: Gangsta Boo]
All these fake ass hoes in my face, mane we ain't cool
Got back with the 6ix, now I'm killin' b*tches, Boo sewed up
Unexpected got them b*tches shaking
Leave you like you shot your own self in the basement
Grew up in Memphis, so I'm kinda crazy
I don't give a f*ck about what they saying
Hashtag that sh*t, put them in the river
Muddy Mississippi we some cold stone killers

[Verse 14: DJ Paul]
Yeah, the Champ is here
I'm 'bout to come out swinging
Why the f*ck these n*ggas f*ck with me, what was they thinkin'?
What the f*ck they on? What the hell you n*ggas been drinking?
I'm too deep in the game my dudes slay these n*ggas delinquints
[?] you out of sequence
I put you in on a secret, I make you stop breathing
I leave your ass stinking without me even f*cking blinking
I'm harder than hard, don't f*ck with the god
I come from a part where n*ggas don't starve, where n*ggas they eat
Don't give a f*ck about friends, them n*ggas hittin'
I leave them leaking, and that there is a f*ckin' bad end
My gun don't give a f*ck about illegal when I pull the trigger
It don't care if you even a f*cking n*gga
This pus*y sh*t is unacceptable, don't test my testicles
I'm pointing red decimals, and leaving you n*ggas vegetables
With Ben Frank's & Jackson is the only way I got two faces
Hydra-shok bullets strong enough to take out two faces
n*ggas got my name on their tongue like they shoe laces
I lace you n*ggas with revolver bullets and leave no traces
Leave them up with the slug, mouth full of silverware
Put the price on your head, now my goons are millionaire
Quickness like intensive care, put you n*ggas in prison care
I don't give a f*ck about care, so I never care
I’m a millionaire so the traphouse a brick..
Nah I'm lying, I still sell a brick
A gun from the M, so I still sell a b*tch
Ride around in a Rolls with my nose in that sh*t, trick
With hella guns, big guns, you really want some?
I ain't Santa, I'm Satan, my guns go rappa-pam-pam
And I bomb on these b*tches Vietnam these n*ggas know
Where the f*ck I'm coming from, try to play dumb ya done, b*tch!!

[Outro: DJ Paul]
f*ck you motherf*ckers
I'm out of here
I'm going to the bar
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