Dead Bodies The Alchemist (Ft. The Game & Prodigy)

[Intro: The Game]
We out in this.. pen game'll blow that bitch up
From the world's most infamous, first Infantry
Yo Alchemist, this shit raw like fresh beef nigga
We boyz 'n the hood, wanna see a dead body?

[Verse 1: The Game]
Sittin' in a lowrider, with murder on my mind
Cause' I had too many dead homies in my lifetime
That's why I ride with a nine and them hollow tips
Lift niggas like a chrome hydraulic switch
With a hood rat in the car that swallow dick
So good that I got P on that 6-4 Impala shit
She from Compton just like me
Caramel with extensions just like Eve
She wanna go to a Knicks game, sit next to Spike Lee
We'll do the right thing, blow a nigga out his Nikes
She married to The Game, that's wifey
Ask Gotti get them blood stains out your white-T
P in the backseat fingerfuckin' her girlfriend
That'll put a golf ball hole in your right cheek
Start trippin' over colors like Ice-T
And you can watch your life slip away through an I.V

[Verse 2: Prodigy]
We out in Cali, P and Game straight blow that bitch up
We out in New York, pen game'll blow that bitch up
You can't stop us, we gettin' this money its not bangin'
You can't pull that shit this way, we head bangin'
With them Glocks and them oo-ops
Me and my fools shoot, why you tryin' to do that
I suggest you do not
My chain is hot, what's more hot than that
That's how I murda' music, that's why your broads on my back
Got your birds on my shoulders, they all over me
And ready to fuck Game and whoever else roll with me
My presence is strong, I have a bitch seein' dollar signs spots stare at me too long (Bitch!)
Have you seein' that white light you come at me wrong
Or any one of my dogs, I'll be settin' it off
You was raised on beef and live real drama
Don't let the coupes twist you, we lettin' Os off