[Intro: Cam'Ron] Yo Fab, what up nigga? Funeral Service, Killa Season, Slime Flu, lot of shit goin on Let's get ready to go in though C'mon y'all, I said
[Verse One: Cam'Ron] Ice in a ceramic van, damn it 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 caters, keep the gators, keep the flavors Main course, meat potatoes, keep your favors, see you later The crew, dominate, 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 your 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
[Chorus 2X: Vado] Hit 'em up, shotty blast, zipped up, body bag Fifth tucked, then what? Bullets hit your body fast We beatin murders with the same lawyer Gotti had Tie him to a pick-up truck and watch his body drag
[Verse Two: Fabolous] Funeral, Killa, this just got very scary All the competitions in the cemetery buried Jesus piece, rosary, black white, canary jewelry Pardon me, it's the God in me, Mary Mary But all them long stares ain't necessary, hear me? +Cannon+ with me, not the one Mariah Carey carry I'm talkin sawed offs and four feezies Fuck knockin on the door to blow the doors off, it's more easy I'm at the top floor of the Waldorf for four seas-ies Nick game, never caught off the floor seas-ies Tonight they lost four Lakers, 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 niggaz like y'all, its called fakers They should put anthrax in your salt shakers
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Vado] In due time let your semi spray, they kidnapped my slime on a rainy day, got 'em back with two 9's and twenty K (yes!) Timberland boxes of plenty yay, more squares than Demia Our records carry halves like a Fendi case (huh~!) Four or five meetings make a long day Rap LeBron James, 23 a whole ball game That's what we call 'caine, black rocks, all dames No slaves, suit and jewels, pin stripe, ball chain (HAH!) Skinny nigga on his La-Di shit Benz doors go up like the arms on the Karate Kid (uh-huh) A cocky kid, no rappers but my pockets big "Can I Live" bumpin pumpin out my momma's crib Burners, mayhem murders Gangland, double black suit, white tie off, Space Jams I'm causin funeral arrangements, wake plans I'm paid in full, y'all ain't rich like Ace man
Put these awesome lyrics on your blog, profile or website!
Link - Websites & Blogs:
Copy to Clipboard:
COPY LINK
Embed - Websites & Blogs:
Copy to Clipboard: [Intro: Cam'Ron] Yo Fab, what up nigga? Funeral Service, Killa Season, Slime Flu, lot of shit goin on Let's get ready to go in though C'mon y'all, I said
[Verse One: Cam'Ron] Ice in a ceramic van, damn it 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 caters, keep the gators, keep the flavors Main course, meat potatoes, keep your favors, see you later The crew, dominate, 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 your 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
[Chorus 2X: Vado] Hit 'em up, shotty blast, zipped up, body bag Fifth tucked, then what? Bullets hit your body fast We beatin murders with the same lawyer Gotti had Tie him to a pick-up truck and watch his body drag
[Verse Two: Fabolous] Funeral, Killa, this just got very scary All the competitions in the cemetery buried Jesus piece, rosary, black white, canary jewelry Pardon me, it's the God in me, Mary Mary But all them long stares ain't necessary, hear me? +Cannon+ with me, not the one Mariah Carey carry I'm talkin sawed offs and four feezies Fuck knockin on the door to blow the doors off, it's more easy I'm at the top floor of the Waldorf for four seas-ies Nick game, never caught off the floor seas-ies Tonight they lost four Lakers, 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 niggaz like y'all, its called fakers They should put anthrax in your salt shakers
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Vado] In due time let your semi spray, they kidnapped my slime on a rainy day, got 'em back with two 9's and twenty K (yes!) Timberland boxes of plenty yay, more squares than Demia Our records carry halves like a Fendi case (huh~!) Four or five meetings make a long day Rap LeBron James, 23 a whole ball game That's what we call 'caine, black rocks, all dames No slaves, suit and jewels, pin stripe, ball chain (HAH!) Skinny nigga on his La-Di shit Benz doors go up like the arms on the Karate Kid (uh-huh) A cocky kid, no rappers but my pockets big "Can I Live" bumpin pumpin out my momma's crib Burners, mayhem murders Gangland, double black suit, white tie off, Space Jams I'm causin funeral arrangements, wake plans I'm paid in full, y'all ain't rich like Ace man
[Chorus]
<a href="http://www.lyricsaholic.com" target="_blank">Lyricsaholic</a> | <a href="http://www.lyricsaholic.com/fabolous-body-bag-remix-lyrics.html" target="_blank">Fabolous - BODY BAG (REMIX) lyrics</a></pre>">
COPY TEXT
All Fabolous Body Bag (remix) lyrics provided are property and copyright of their owners.
NEW LYRICS 
