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Motherfuckers say we copycat niggas. Yo, maybe it's The rap game, It's not Motherfuckin', it's not the Onyx. Griselda, nigga. Look, 30 shot shotty pop makin' bodies drop. I green lighted my shooter, gon' leave somebody Shot. I ride the block, Maserati drop. Peace to my Queens niggas, rest in peace Mazzy Fox. Niggas thought it was a wrap for me When I was shot. The end result was a Few bullets in somebody top. 100 shots at your mommy's spot, that's how we Rock. We don't respect your bag, how many bodies You got? I went to Follies threw a knot. I got it from throwin' powder in the pot. Breakin' bricks like a karate chop. Real niggas in the industry, it's not a lot. Hip hop awards, my niggas leavin' with somebody Watch. Broad day, let everybody watch. Fire comin' out the nozzle of the yacht, Get your body rocked. Streets is back, nigga, we got it locked. We got it locked. Pay us homage, this is Griselda and Onyx, ah. Okay. Shotta never got shot, but I shot somebody. But that nigga ain't die, I ain't got no Bodies. Nigga never shoulda tried to plot and rob Me. I'm a shooter, shit, I don't need nobody. With the lawyers I got, I could beat a Body. I don't give deaths 'cause I don't like Nobody. In the class by myself, I ain't like nobody. Word to God, don't fear nobody, I swear somebody. Huh. Niggas ain't scarin' nothin'. I'm camouflaged down like I'm goin' deer huntin'. Don't make me have to air somethin'. Now niggas wanna talk it out and I ain't Tryna hear nothin'. Half these niggas y'all swear is frontin'. Tables up north, probably get thrown off the tier Or somethin'. He ain't throwin' they guns in the Air for nothin'. My gun so big they think I'm goin' bear huntin'. For them bands, niggas slidin' with the snares Drummin'. You hear the trumpets, know it's war, That's a fair assumption. Flares comin', paintin' pictures like Aaron Douglas. Approach the nigga with the stock and took his Shares from him. It's the return of the body Catchers. We catchin' bodies like Demaryius Thomas By clappin' Tommies at you. All facts, these niggas copycat us. I'm in a hockey mask about to rob and Stab all these cocky rappers. 'Cause most these niggas lookin' very suspicious. Barely get digits, embarrassin' with terrible Lyrics. My B-More nigga a menace, Love carryin' biscuits. He crazy, he got them Wayne Perry characteristics, Uh. I was quiet, but J gunnin' now. And any time or place, son can be found And take a couple rounds. I'm from a grimy state, fuck your town. This shit sound like '98, shut 'em down, Straight underground. I got my gun, You got your gun, niggas shootin' at you. Don't get hit up by the body catchers. I'm the shadow if war's a factor. But I won't let 'em trap you or hand You to the body catchers. I got my gun, you got your gun, niggas Shootin' at you. Don't get hit up by the Body catchers. I'm the shadow if war's a factor. But I won't let 'em trap you or hand You to the body catchers. I got my gun, you got your gun, niggas Shootin' at you. Don't get hit up by the Body catchers. I'm the shadow if war's a factor. But I won't let 'em trap you or hand You to the body catchers. I got my gun, you got your gun, niggas Shootin' at you. Don't get hit up by the Body catchers. I'm the shadow if war's a factor. But I won't let 'em trap you or hand You to the body catchers. You think we motherfuckers frontin'? You know motherfuckers say we copycat niggas. Shit, yo, maybe it's the rap game, Nigga. not Motherfuckin', It's not the fuck Onyx. Griselda, nigga. Fuck that. off me, Must be drugs in bitch.
Onyx, Jay Nice, Makem Pay, Conway The Machine — Invasion of the Body Catchers
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