Yeah, body, body, body, bodyYeah, yeah, just XA, right triggerI got a hunger, I got a fever, and it just won't quitI got a temper, I got a bullet, with your name on itEverybody wonders what it's like on topI don't gotta wonder cause I call the shotsI got a hunger, I got a fever, I got a fresh *** listMy blood runs cold, and my feet run fasterI still got heart, I hear a heart don't matterSay what you want, and it'll be your last wordsIt ain't a secret, I got a hit list, and baby you're up nextSecond monthSecond monthSecond monthTeach him not to *** with meBack him up, back him upLet him know who runs these streetsTake him down, take him downCount him up like one, two, threeI don't know, no, no, no, no, no, noThe oneYeah, to the body countEverything you can stop me, oh man, that's so funnyI pull out the Uzi, blow your brains out, then I'm runningYeah, this is not a game, this is not for fameYeah, baby, I'm the real oneBut *** it, I can't complain, yeahSo I go in my lane, shootin' with no aimCleanin' out my chopper, bring it on and let it bangI might be insane, my past is so vainI've been hurt many times, now you gotta feel my painI see bodies on bodies, bodies on bodies, bodies on bodiesGuns in the lobby, leavin' the Audi, hands all bloodyRidin' with the top off, roof looks like it's chopped offRipped off auto, told me how to shoot down helicoptersBullet with your name on it, spray it, let it rainTold you not to *** with meThat heartless, all the same to meI got so much rage in me, told you not to *** with meI got a sickness, you wouldn't want thisIt's comin' down real badYou brought a dull knife, until the guns fightYou better watch your backDon't you ever wonder what it's like on topI don't gotta wonder, cause I'm never numbI got a sickness, I got a hit listAnd baby, you're up nextMy blood runs cold, and my feet run fasterI still got heart, I hear a heart don't matterSay what you want, and it'll be your last wordsIt ain't a secret, I got a hit listAnd baby, you're up nextStack em up, stack em upStack em up, stack em upTeach em not to *** with meStack em up, stack em upStack em up, stack em upLet em know who runs these streetsTick em down, tick em downCount em up like one, two, threeNa na na na na na na naThe one, to the body count