Body for Body The Game & Big Hit

[Chorus: Big Hit & The Game]
Body for body, I smell a homi'
You on the top floor, we got killers in the lobby
Body for body, pull around, got 'em
Point-blank range with a twelve-gauge shotty
R-E-D R-U-M, murder
I kill for the thrill, I body niggas at will
R-E-D R-U-M, murder
A pussy nigga won't, but a real nigga will

[Verse 1: The Game]
Ayy, Hit
I'm pressin' niggas like khakis
I'm active with ratchets, attack you
Pull up yellin' "What's brackin', nigga?"
I'm back with the ruckus
You silly motherfuckas thought it was over 'til that red Rover slid with the slimes in it
All this madness 'cause your mouth had a dime in it
Long as my Rollie got time in it
I'ma spin the block, Draco whistlin' like it got wind chimes in it
Body outside of his car, but his mind in it
I ain't scared of jail, nigga, I done did some time in it
My cousin got twenty-five to life and lost his mind in it
Solitary do that to niggas, so I'ma go out
A hundrеd round drums, if I'm surrounded, I'ma show out
Impala with the top back, Desеrt Eagles cocked back
Throwin' shots back 'til my 'nati fitted drop back
M12, if it's a vest on earth that can stop that
Bury me a G, put me where my opps at
We goin'—