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Body Count - Talk Shit, Get Shot Lyrics



Body Count - Talk Shit, Get Shot Lyrics




Talk shit, get shot
Act hard motherf*cker, get shot
Pop off, get shot
Run up motherf*cker, get shot

Niggas ain't blew up the spot in awhile
Motherf*ckers ain't got shot in awhile
Niggas ain't blew up the spot in awhile
Motherf*ckers ain't got shot
Prepare for impact, masks and black gats
You were speaking now your leaking with your bitch ass
I'm' gonna say this once, I don't play with the AK
A trip, hit ya with clips and flip ya
I'm not your average reaper with a sweeper
Conflict turns the clock kicks a bullet hits
Motherf*cker talk shit get your wig split
I don't give a f*ck about you and your bitch clique

Talk shit, get shot
Act hard motherf*cker, get shot
Pop off, get shot
Run up motherf*cker, get shot

Niggas ain't blew up the spot in awhile
Motherf*ckers ain't got shot in awhile
Niggas ain't blew up the spot in awhile
Motherf*ckers ain't got shot
Don't push motherf*cker, I push back
F*ck with me you catch a .223
We in the age of the gauge
Double-aught take a lot to make the talk stop
Black ops I live for the headshot
Act hard motherf*cker stick your chest out
Break north bitch that will be your best route
Don't test me, I'm a psycho with a rifle
A beast with the piece
Bully with the fully

Anyone can get it
(When you're going to pick your kids up from school)
Anyone can get it
(While you're in church, praying to god)

Anyone can get it
(Just coming backstage trying to get an autograph)
Anyone can get it

For some reason, you motherf*ckers think this is a game
You think you can say anything you want
And nothing will ever happen to you
You think we live in a new age
But let me tell you it can happen real easy
Don't make me bring the gravity nigga

You can get hit with the fifth
Twisted with the biscuit
Blasted with the ratchet
Jacked with a mac
Bodied with the shotty
Dumped with the pump
Rocked with the Glock
Sprayed with the 'K
Domed with the chrome
Downed with the pound
Tapped with the strap
Whacked with the gat
Dusted with the musket
Tagged with the mag
Wrecked with the Intratec
Bled with the lead

Talk shit, get shot
Act hard motherf*cker, get shot
Pop off, get shot
Run up motherf*cker, get shot

Talk shit, get shot
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Talk shit, get shot
Act hard motherf*cker, get shot
Pop off, get shot
Run up motherf*cker, get shot

Niggas ain't blew up the spot in awhile
Motherf*ckers ain't got shot in awhile
Niggas ain't blew up the spot in awhile
Motherf*ckers ain't got shot
Prepare for impact, masks and black gats
You were speaking now your leaking with your bitch ass
I'm' gonna say this once, I don't play with the AK
A trip, hit ya with clips and flip ya
I'm not your average reaper with a sweeper
Conflict turns the clock kicks a bullet hits
Motherf*cker talk shit get your wig split
I don't give a f*ck about you and your bitch clique

Talk shit, get shot
Act hard motherf*cker, get shot
Pop off, get shot
Run up motherf*cker, get shot

Niggas ain't blew up the spot in awhile
Motherf*ckers ain't got shot in awhile
Niggas ain't blew up the spot in awhile
Motherf*ckers ain't got shot
Don't push motherf*cker, I push back
F*ck with me you catch a .223
We in the age of the gauge
Double-aught take a lot to make the talk stop
Black ops I live for the headshot
Act hard motherf*cker stick your chest out
Break north bitch that will be your best route
Don't test me, I'm a psycho with a rifle
A beast with the piece
Bully with the fully

Anyone can get it
(When you're going to pick your kids up from school)
Anyone can get it
(While you're in church, praying to god)

Anyone can get it
(Just coming backstage trying to get an autograph)
Anyone can get it

For some reason, you motherf*ckers think this is a game
You think you can say anything you want
And nothing will ever happen to you
You think we live in a new age
But let me tell you it can happen real easy
Don't make me bring the gravity nigga

You can get hit with the fifth
Twisted with the biscuit
Blasted with the ratchet
Jacked with a mac
Bodied with the shotty
Dumped with the pump
Rocked with the Glock
Sprayed with the 'K
Domed with the chrome
Downed with the pound
Tapped with the strap
Whacked with the gat
Dusted with the musket
Tagged with the mag
Wrecked with the Intratec
Bled with the lead

Talk shit, get shot
Act hard motherf*cker, get shot
Pop off, get shot
Run up motherf*cker, get shot

Talk shit, get shot
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Writer: ERNEST T CUNNINGAN, TRACY LAUREN MARROW, VINCE DENNIS, WILLIAM PUTNEY, ERNEST CUNNIGAN, VINCENT DUHUAN DENNIS, WILLIAM SCOTT PUTNEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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