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dj drama – body for my zip code lyrics

[intro]
real sh-t, real sh-t n-gg-
yeah, uh
homicide city, another homicide

[verse 1: young life]
catch your body for my zip code
leave your top open like a fishbowl
just know n-gg-s on the block with the fish scale
get a bowl, hit it slow
everybody on the block they just tryna get it though
get it though
and tell a n-gg- bout a three way, no subliminals
we be climbin’ through your window slow
big magazine make you centerfold
push the envelope, make a wall pop like you’re in a c-ke
finish you
whippin’ through iraq, n-gg- f-ck obama
these n-gg-s is fish swimmin’ with piranhas
watch homie get killed right on that corner
he was chasin’ commas now he’s a goner
now we so focused cause we so hopeless
grandma came down to me and spoke this
the game ain’t full of sh-t but vultures
your homies ain’t your homies, n-gg- you ain’t owe sh-t
compton academy
up 10 with no batteries, that’s why they mad at me
some homies is causalities
that’s my reality, go on the faculty
hundred round drum when the k come
young n-gg-s racin’ down the crans as the b-ss thump
they won’t give it to me, i’ma take some
know i must pay for my sins when the day come
[hook]
catch a body for my zip code
(? fishbowl just throw nickels on the block)
catch a body for my zip code
(? homicide city another homicide)
catch a body for my zip code
(? fishbowl just throw nickels on the block)
catch a body for my zip code
(? fishbowl just throw nickels on the block)

[verse 2: freddie gibbs]
fingertips numb from the cocaine
twenty thousand every time my door swing
count it up again when the door close
plug fronted you the work, you in a dope hole
have the n-gg- workin’ round the clock, takin’ no doors
same clothes, n-gg- never serve the popos
homie the presidential rollie, it was so froze
he was ice cold till the sh-t got up in his nose
i done seen kings turn to crack fiends
baby used to keep the wheels on the ‘lac clean
f-cked around and caught a beam with a trap queen
was wrappin’ packages before i had a rap dream
was wrappin’ packages before i had a rap dream
was doin’ robberies before i had a rap show
the type of n-gg- throw a (?) in the pot
and drive a foreign off the lot
and cop the motor in the back ho
cause every day a n-gg- flexin’
finessin’, full clip in my weapon
i blow like (?), no worries, no stressin’
head honcho, the boss boy, i play my position
b-tch i feel like nino before he was snitchin’, god d-mn

[hook]
catch a body for my zip code
(? fishbowl just throw nickels on the block)
catch a body for my zip code
(? homicide city another homicide)
catch a body for my zip code
(? fishbowl just throw nickels on the block)
catch a body for my zip code
(? fishbowl just throw nickels on the block)

[verse 3: dave east]
i ain’t from south central, n-gg- i’m a menace
get up out the car homie, handle business
i give my youngin’ 500 to handle witness
i find out you hiding out? your man’ll get it
catch a body for my neighborhood
i got a ratchet with the numbers scratched off plus i aim for good
i had the kush out in ravenswood
back in harlem, had the sour if you talkin’ better make it good
better make it quick, i’m with a jamaican b-tch
black and grey raider fit, drugs you can take your pick
this ain’t for your instagram, don’t take a pic
i was tryna take some grams, flip it all, make me rich
when i get around this money, it make me itch
finger f-ckin’ my nina, i’ll make you take a sh-t
got a bag where your stomach used to be
and i ain’t talkin’ billboard but my youngin’s makin’ hits
prolly run up in your crib for the safe box
don’t forget that combination when the pressure on
sweat drippin’ on the chrome .45
and your life if a n-gg- breath wrong
and i hate cops

- dj drama lyrics

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