Lyrical Breakdown of Body Bag (remix) - Fabolous feat. Cam’ron & Vado - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Yo Fab what up nigga Funeral Service, Killa Season, Slime Flu Lot of shit going on Let's get ready to go in though Huh, I said, ice in a ceramic van? Dammit Cam, Cam is stuntin' Weed in a picnic basket, bastard hit the panic button Over a piece of paper, street sweepers, meat cleavers Deep freezer, meet your maker, place your order, we the waiters Coke, keep the??, instigators?, keep the flavours Main course, meat potatoes, keep your favours, see ya later The crew, Damier, black and grey, we the Raiders Diamonds in my ear, please baby these are lasers, haters Front on me? Huh, I doubt it punk Pop the trunk, my goons, high noon, out to lunch The D&G bag? That's where the weed stash Keep cash, breeze past, fuck y'all, eat glass My tank on full, ease gas Stay on point with the white, (like who?) Steve Nash Gun go in the waist, dumb dough, I get cake Me and funeral Fab, front row at your wake Hit 'em up, shotty blast, zipped up, body bag Fifth tucked, then what? Bullets hit your body fast We beatin' murderers with the same lawyer Gotti had Tie him to a pick-up truck and watch his body drag Funeral, Killa, this just got very scary All the competitions in the cemetery buried Jesus piece, rosary, black white canary jerry Pardon me, it's the God in me, marry Mary But all them long stares ain't necessary, hear me? Cannon with me, not the one Mariah Carey carry I'm talking sawed offs and four fizzies Fuck knocking on the door, to blow the doors off, its more easy I'm at the top floor of the Wardarf, for four seazzys Nickname, never caught off the floor seazzys Tonight they lost??, ask Walt Frazier We had a little bet, wouldn't say a vault breaker But watch your mouth, I'm not the best insult taker I make them call the yellow tapers and the chalk tracers They got names for niggas like y'all, its called "fakers" They should put anthrax in your salt shakers Hit 'em up, shotty blast, zipped up, body bag Fifth tucked, then what? Bullets hit your body fast We beatin' murderers with the same lawyer Gotti had Tie him to a pick-up truck and watch his body drag In due time let your semi spray, they kidnap my slime On a rainy day I got them back with two 9's and 20k Timberland boxes of plenty yay, more squares than?? Our records carry?? like a Fendi case. Huuhh! Four five meetings make a long day Rap LeBron James 23 a whole ball game That's what we call cane, black rocks, all dames No slaves, suit and jewels, pin stripe, ball chain. Haa! Skinny nigga on his?? shit Benz doors go up like the arms on the Karate Kid A cocky kid, no rappers but my pockets big "Can I Live" bumpin' pumpin' out my mamas crib Burners, mayhem murders Gangland, double black suit, white tie off Space Jams I'm causing funeral arrangements, make plans I'm Paid In Full, y'all ain't rich like H-Man Hit 'em up, shotty blast, zipped up, body bag Fifth tucked, then what? Bullets hit your body fast We beatin' murderers with the same lawyer Gotti had Tie him to a pick-up truck and watch his body drag