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Fabolous( John David Jackson )

Body Count

Lyricist:J Jackson

I see dead people, I see dead people
I look in my pocket and I see dead people
I see dead people, I see dead people
I look in my pocket and I see dead people

One, two, three, body count
One, two, three, everybody count
One, two, three, body count
I check my other pocket more bodies found

More bodies, I'm back for more bodies
The competition is a skinny bitch nobody
I'm running and I knows it, that's why I'm so snotty
You little boys sit your ass down, no potty

I see dead people, I see dead people
I look in my pocket and I see dead people
I see dead people, I see dead people
I look in my pocket and I see dead people

One, two, three, body count
One, two, three, everybody count
One, two, three, body count
I check my other pocket more bodies found

Lets keep it a hundred, that's word to Ben Frank's
Money's what you can count on when your friends ain't
Grass green over here, green like the kushes
I got presidents in my jeans like the Bushes
We don't chase money, we chase dreams
Rub this money in your face, face cream

Doctors say I have a problem
I see nothing but the bread
Told me close my eyes, 'What you see?'
You know what I said

I see dead people, I see dead people
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I look in my pocket and I see dead people
I see dead people, I see dead people
I look in my pocket and I see dead people

One, two, three, body count
One, two, three, everybody count
One, two, three, body count
I check my other pocket more bodies found

And if I go make sure the family gets the cash
And at my funeral there's only one wish I ask
Give the haters one last chance to see me 'cause this they last
Turn me over one by one, let them kiss my ass

I see dead people, I see dead people
Pocket full of ego, big head people
One, two, three, body count rising
And everybody got their hand out fucking Heisman

Your boy just convinced her that she gorgeous
Must have took a couple thousand of them Georges
They call me funeral, they call us [unverified]
Face on point they should call us swordfish

He got a gang of money, you can't stop his drive
He in the blue six screaming out, stop it five
Black out jewelry, you still see it though
I make a movie in the club, you still see it though

I see dead people, I see dead people
I look in my pocket and I see dead people
I see dead people, I see dead people
I look in my pocket and I see dead people

One, two, three, body count
One, two, three, everybody count
One, two, three, body count
I check my other pocket more bodies found