Lil Wayne – Body Bags lyrics

Chorus:
Where I'm From These Boys Go Out n Bang
Lo los wit the doors out to swing
Aint no issue
An' it damn sure aint gon' miss you
If it's out to get you
Then dat thing wont miss you

(Itll leave a it'll leave a it'll leave a body bag X3)
(Itll leave a body bag it'll leave a bo body bag)

Lil Wayne:

Tool on deck why would I lie
Na you a pussy
Hope you got 9 lives
I can hit a na wit a 9 9 times
Country ass boi country like leann rimes

Mississippi, D Banner 'n' Lil Weezyana
E'rbody got 2 so you will need a hammer
I'm a Pill poppin animal syrup sippin na
I'm so high you can't reach me with a Fuckin antennae

You fuckin with this man you can eat his man dinner
The 9 get me bruntin but dat ak at lever
Your out there the same flowin like a bad river
Make your ass quiver like you naked at winter

Chorus:
Where I'm From These Boys Go Out n Bang
Lo los wit the doors out to swing
Aint no issue
An' it damn sure aint gon' miss you
If it's out to get you
Then dat thing wont miss you

(Itll leave a it'll leave a it'll leave a body bag X3)
(Itll leave a body bag it'll leave a bo body bag)

Young jeezy:
I'm amazin Yea I'm all dat
If I aint on my grind
Then what you call that
Victorious, yea we warriors
We make history, Strive off victories

Standin at My Podium
I'm Tryin to watch my sodium
Got high blood pressure
Even if tha Feds getcha

I'm amazin Born on a Full moon
I was bred to get it in No Spoon
That's why I'm so Crude
Summertime no Juice
Make Them Small house No Room

They like O God
Night comes so hard
Look what he's been through
He deserves an applause

Chorus:
Where I'm From These Boys Go Out n Bang
Lo los wit the doors out to swing
Aint no issue
An' it damn sure aint gon' miss you
If it's out to get you
Then dat thing wont miss you

(Itll leave a it'll leave a it'll leave a body bag X3)
(Itll leave a body bag it'll leave a bo body bag)

T. I.:
I'm a pimp type, Na ride clean after midnight
Ready for the gunplay plannin for a fist fight
Roll up on ya bitchin ask ya what the pussy hit'n like
First he out der frontin then a minute she would get it right

Put it down without a fuckin wit a nudda bitch now
I'm the king of all ossevago remember this is tip town
Hey ye aint ready pussy na betta sit it down
We mack night n rocksteady na spit rounds

Tore da stomach to spaghetti den it hit da ground
Tossed the choppers in tha chevy now we mashin down
Camo too countin all your benjamins n hammer tubes
As far as I'm concerned it's jus a jar for your jealousies

Chorus:
Where I'm From These Boys Go Out n Bang
Lo los wit the doors out to swing
Aint no issue
An' it damn sure aint gon' miss you
If it's out to get you
Then dat thing wont miss you

(It'll leave a it'll leave a it'll leave a body bag X3)
(It'll leave a body bag it'll leave a bo body bag)