No, help It's the killin' floor, killin' floor Yeah, ah, killin' floor No, killin' floor Ah, killin' floor Body count muthafuckas
No Help It's the killin' floor, killin' floor Yeah Ah Killin' floor No Killin' floor Ah Killin' floor Body count muthafuckas
schools Got warrants for arrest in about twenty states Got a bigger body count than fuckin' Norman Bates I'm a killer, jacker, dealer, pimp supreme
my steel, grabbed the 44 Mag' plus a sack And I snag my leather rag can't reveal when I glide With the moneybag Ride to the hide', count my flags I
robbin Either way somebody's rotten all I hear is bodies droppin I jump behind the front desk in the nick of time The crook is on the floor, his blood
to me in the bed I honestly don't give a fuck if the ho is dead The only honor in my life is my rag Without it, zip me up in a body bag Grab my brother
Fuck the drinks on the table While you sleep I take pictures of bullets in your navel Open your face and pour milk in your forehead Count the bodies
'm a play it smooth, then wipe the floor The door cracked, I kicked it in and let both shoot's go Three nigga's bangin' up all them clown's hit the floor
I was standing Of the strangest thing I ever saw The bullet entered through the top of his chest And blew his bowels out on the floor And I floated down the counter
nigga Havoc said it's on So I'm a buck 'em and I'm a fuck 'em with the shiny chrome Kill cop, me love cop, kill Me strangle, say me strong for the motherfuckin
Bitch, count my head and sense I got that whole wide world in my hand Spin that ten as a trill rock Still for that bill Hard to kill motherfucker
gotta .357 and I break it on down [LL Cool J] A hundred and ninety five pounds punk More bounce to the ounce and I say what counts KnowI'msayin? Now get yourself on the floor
You people can watch while I'm scrubbing these floors And I'm scrubbin' the floors while you're gawking Maybe once you tip me and it makes you feel swell
position I was standing The strangest thing I ever saw The bullet entered through the top of his chest And blew his bowels out on the floor Well I floated down the counter
CHORUS DARLING... Work That Body Move That Body Shake That Body Let Me Play With that Body Hot gal a dance pon the table, It's just a wanton display
[Monoxide] Shotgun to the face Laying on the floor bleeding all over the place And I can't see, and I can't breath But fuck it I'm like fuck it so fuck
Leave me a drop of poison waiting on your lips In every war there will be casualties Even family members and best friends bleed Another tally on the body count
