Fat Joe — Drop a Body

[Intro] Mark Henry... [Verse 1] Yeah, uhh, yo Familiar sound of the trumpets Triumphantly, playing in my circumference The sound of the substance Bubbling in my mind, every time I'm touching hundreds Hustlers know this feeling and they love it But God bless the men serving years by the dozens 'Cause all I ever wanted was the finer things, who doesn't Now (?) getting knocked, it break a brother heart All our shit is wired, tapped, I said it from the start Around (?), dead a nigga, made it out of hell I started my journey the day they taught me how to sell To this day they still trying to get niggas to tell So fuck the DEA and fuck sitting in a cell I'd rather sit comfy on a 90 foot yacht All aboard, model hoes and my criminal confidants Toast champagne celebrate that we living And if you disagree, a 1000 shots is what I'm giving, nigga [Chorus] Uh, drop a body on 'em, uh huh Drop a body on 'em, yeah Drop a body on 'em Close casket, nobody saw him [Verse 2] Crime sagas from an entrepreneur Of white powder, distributed clean at night hours Purchasing firearms, praying God forgive us But thank God for money and the pussy that it bring us If hell has a penthouse, I'll be up in it The mind state of a desperate nigga chasing digits Roam the yard with the Grim Reaper, watch ya step 'Cause your very last breath could lead you to your death Picture got money, you can keep your thoughts Just give me head and (?) hills and bleed you (?) And recognize a Don when you in his presence And ask Bishop Eddie Long if dogs go to heaven, woo! Uh [Chorus] Uh, drop a body on 'em, uh huh Drop a body on 'em, yeah Drop a body on 'em Close casket, nobody saw him [Outro] Yeah, I told you nigga I go hard Very hard, nigga Darkside 2 coming your way nigga, arrr!