Search results for 'let your body take control by bill laswell' Page #115

shoot 'em myself
Cuz I can't control the trigger when I get overwhelmed
Imma go and catch a body if you get in my wealth
If I don't get em' in this life

like you owe me that
Shorty said it's on I said show me that
Drunk on your body like some Konyak
Shorty lemme take you in a scenic route
shorty let me

been on woods.
I been on that fye, fye, fye.
I been so numb.
Sipping my fun,
I been pouring up nonstop.
Spend a hundred bill.
Bag full pills.
Come feel

1
Why you got contempt for women?
Tellem take they make up off
You a child molesting clown
It ain't your place to talk
Is that why you seem infatuated

the sample
This dope I got can tranquilize a camel
This Glock nueve knock you out your sandals
Plug told me to take what I can handle
We serve the OD kiss

the spark
I gotta murder every clone
Breaking their bones and raiding their homes, we're taking control
I'm 'bout to push every zone, making it known

been trapped in my mind, so I gotta let it flow
I be smoking the dope, asking "Where did it go?"
And my eyes are getting low, so maybe I should take it

Baby girl, put your hands up when you sipping on the cup
Back in university, I was the proudest man, saying little, showing no obvious emotions
With

(Aye)
(It’s Roqit, ‘bout to give it to ‘em, you know)
(Big Hubble man satellite shit)
(You feel me, let’s get it)
Ride with the semi so the car

pockets, all these bank rolls
You tryna get your pockets thick, you gotta take notes (Write it down)
They took the Charger, SRT in the Durango
Spark up

If there really is a big
Fluffy Jesus in the clouds
Let him know right now that
I take it all back
If there really is a muscular, cackling
Red Devil

real world is, only a dream
I love you cat
I love you too
Jour body moved slow and your brain did too
Your mind was wrecked by drugs
I'm glad I don't

me clone it
Money getting mown like lawns
By the white house' yard
Ey, bills keep growing
It's the biggest part
Keep zoning out in this goddamn art

the chasers
cnd you must be naughty because all your balling
Depends on your mama
You wait for mannas falling above
You gat no manners take it for joke
Give me

to the pearly gates
Body and soul, I think Anita baker
Smooth operator Sade hit my line
Take a long walk, to see that pussy baby
I call her Jill look how she

your Barney in the backyard
You dug it up with your bare hands—now that’s hard
Karma had a way of sorting that out
Fell out a tree, broken in pieces by

catching cases still
Guns flashing lights when we catch bodies, we still raising bills
We steady luring people in, they stacking on the hill
That's about

niggas needed me, I take the task and stop
I never played the college route, no, I ain't Asher Roth
We got that shit that make you run and make your pastor

a melted ice arena
Paying her own bills
With a body like Serena
Head full of bundles
Came straight from Argentina
Earned all my stripes
Like a tiger not

toss one more black body up in the morgue
You mark one more tally mark up on your board
You say you not, but we all know that you keeping score
I write

don't let it die
And I don't mean to sounds sublime
I'm not trying to control your mind
Girl, keep in mind
If you focus on the present time 
Everything

break your necklace
Extras on extras, my diamonds like eczema
Shit take no effort
Bad bitch draped in a dress, look like ketchup
Head like professor

the streets
A pint of Guinness to kill your kidneys
I meant liver, fuck
Love living superior
By the Hudson river
Beat break so cold, make em fucking shiver
Like

on the floe
Make that azz clap when I rap (like dat)
Bounce that ass like that
Bend ova let me see it from the back
Her body standing still but that azz shaking