Afu-Ra, Vinnie Paz, Hannibal Staxx, C-Rayz Walz, El Da Sensei, Guilty Simpson & Nine -
Body of the Life Force 'pt. 2'
Big Boys
Do you want it ... yeah
Who them big boys that play with big toys like they don't care ... yeah
I 'bout to fly around the world yo people ask me next year
Do you want it ... yeah
Who them big boys that play with big toys like they don't care ... yeah
I 'bout to fly around the world ya niggas ask me next year
1 (Vinnie Paz)
2 (C-Rays Wahlz)
3 (Nine)
4 (Guilty Simpson)
5 (El De Sensei)
6 (Hannibal Stax)
Whoever, how ever, where ever
Heads get severed
Protect ya neck mafucker
Cause my clan do it better
My crew hold weight
On any scale
But I'm a ton on it
Perverted ninja many sins hit many skins
I meditate with the gods but I guess I kill again
Rrappapampam me no want no rrappapam
I'm a blood thirsty lyricist
Now watch out for me shot again
Look at the master when he kills ya pan the fucking jam
And me a big bad boy me wicked pan the fucking jam
Them not know what them do or what them talking bout
I bringing the heat like a ovens
In my chest and I let it out
We oldschool niggas like African statues
If niggas really want fuck it niggas well get at you,
You can bring everything,
from the goons to the street sweepers the grim
Reepers fuck around get ya whole team
sweeped up ya'll we sweeping sweeping,
Fruck around and we'll leave yo shit leaking.
Who them big boys that play with big toys like they don't care ... yeah
I 'bout to fly around the world yo people ask me next year
Do you want it ... yeah
Who them big boys that play with big toys like they don't care ... yeah
I 'bout to fly around the world ya niggas ask me next year
1 (Vinnie Paz)
2 (C-Rays Wahlz)
3 (Nine)
4 (Guilty Simpson)
5 (El De Sensei)
6 (Hannibal Stax)
Whoever, how ever, where ever
Heads get severed
Protect ya neck mafucker
Cause my clan do it better
My crew hold weight
On any scale
But I'm a ton on it
Perverted ninja many sins hit many skins
I meditate with the gods but I guess I kill again
Rrappapampam me no want no rrappapam
I'm a blood thirsty lyricist
Now watch out for me shot again
Look at the master when he kills ya pan the fucking jam
And me a big bad boy me wicked pan the fucking jam
Them not know what them do or what them talking bout
I bringing the heat like a ovens
In my chest and I let it out
We oldschool niggas like African statues
If niggas really want fuck it niggas well get at you,
You can bring everything,
from the goons to the street sweepers the grim
Reepers fuck around get ya whole team
sweeped up ya'll we sweeping sweeping,
Fruck around and we'll leave yo shit leaking.
Credits
Writer(s): Philippe Alexis Ducarre, Jonathan David Cohen, Aaron O Phillip
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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