Body Count Lyrics - There Is No Competition 2: The Grieving Music Mixtape - Fabolous

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 

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More bodies I'm back for more bodies 

The competition is a skinny bitch nobody 

I'm running and I know's it 

That's why I'm so snotty 

You little boys sit yo 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 

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Let's 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 

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 1 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 [? ] 

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 moviue 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