Body 4 Body
Mozzy Lyrics
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If they pull the plug then that body count (they pull the plug, then that body, yeah)
Why would I lie about the body count? (Huh?)
Why would you pull up on me unannounced? (Huh?)
I'm hold loose at the haunted house
It's all kinda zombies runnin' in and out
Who want the clout?
Posted a picture while he in the 'spital (ayy)
We goin' up, gang on the likes
Why would I lie about the body count? (Huh?)
Why would you pull up on me unannounced? (Huh?)
I'm hold loose at the haunted house
It's all kinda zombies runnin' in and out
Who want the clout?
We hit him five time, that nigga died and came back to life
Posted a picture while he in the 'spital (ayy)
We goin' up, gang on the likes (yeah)
I pray in the mornin', I go get the dough, then I thank Him at night
(Yeah, what you thank him for?)
I thank him for Zayda, I thank him for Dooterz 'cause it's only right
I heard a sucka died at the light (uh, pop), ayy that was like last week
Pulled up on the side of blood, start beatin' shit to the fat meat
Shooter shootin' out the passenger (ayy), shooter shootin' out the back seat
Nigga think I'm just rappin' 'bout it, said, "Ayy, run a check on my rap sheet"
(Ayy, run a check on my rap sheet)
General population in the bounty, don't get me no black tee
You gon' fuck around and die on the stage, nigga, at a show behind rap beef
Frontlinin' on the backstreets, I'm a tax-free type of nigga (I'm a tax-free type of nigga)
The homie talkin' 'bout his war stories, I was half-sleep on that nigga (I was half-sleep)
You want a Band-Aid for the chopstick, I gotta have beef with that nigga
(I gotta have beef with that nigga)
Want respect from the young life, then you gotta slap yeek for that nigga (slap yeek for that nigga)
Why would I lie about the body count? (Huh?)
Why would you pull up on me unannounced? (Huh?)
I'm hold loose at the haunted house
It's all kinda zombies runnin' in and out
Who want the clout?
We hit him five time, that nigga died and came back to life
Posted a picture while he in the 'spital (ayy)
We goin' up, gang on the likes
Why would I lie about the body count? (Huh?)
Why would you pull up on me unannounced? (Huh?)
I'm hold loose at the haunted house
It's all kinda zombies runnin' in and out
Who want the clout?
We hit him five time, that nigga died and came back to life
Posted a picture while he in the 'spital (ayy)
We goin' up, gang on the likes
Why would I play with one of these niggas (yeah) when I can up K on one of these niggas? (Nah, nah)
Run up, broad-day on one of these niggas, no mask, bare-face sometimes I be trip (boom, boom)
But who want the clout? (Who?)
Niggas ain't gang, they goofy, get gemstarred runnin' they mouth
Say, who want the clout? (Who?)
Nigga diss Von in a song, yeah, stop, put his ass in the clouds (boom, boom)
I graduated from drive-bys (yeah)
When I'm on your car, ain't no stoppin' at stop signs (boom, boom)
I'm layin' low 'til it die down
Then spin back around and I'm lettin' off some more rounds (boom, boom, boom)
I'm who they call when it's bustin' (uh-huh)
Can't sit behind me, I don't trust him (uh-huh)
Boy, that nigga dead, don't touch him
Roll him in the 'Wood same night, we like, "Fuck him" (boom, boom, on gang)
If we get the drop, we rush (we rush)
Where I'm from, everybody got a pole (got a pole)
Where I'm from everybody gon' blow
When the Jakes as questions, everybody play slow
If you got a few bodies, everybody gon' know
They ain't even gotta see it, that's just how the shit go
Can't afford another case, gotta see my P.O.
Tired of smokin' on Tooka, gotta smoke on Zico (boom, boom)
Why would I lie about the body count? (Huh?)
Why would you pull up on me unannounced? (Huh?)
I'm hold loose at the haunted house
It's all kinda zombies runnin' in and out
Who want the clout?
We hit him five time, that nigga died and came back to life
Posted a picture while he in the 'spital (ayy)
We goin' up, gang on the likes
Why would I lie about the body count? (Huh?)
Why would you pull up on me unannounced? (Huh?)
I'm hold loose at the haunted house
It's all kinda zombies runnin' in and out
Who want the clout?
We hit him five time, that nigga died and came back to life
Posted a picture while he in the 'spital (ayy)
We goin' up, gang on the likes
Forty on me proudly (proudly)
Got your Glizzy on you, but is you gon' catch a homi'? (Hell, nah, fuck nigga)
AR-15, make it "bladadadadah" like Mozzy (Mozzy)
Switch gon' make that bitch start spittin' fast, kamikaze (grrt)
Twist a nigga body
Only way we sparin' if we see a car seat
Nigga can't sleep, takin' Perky and Roxy
We call it steam, but he in the hot seat
Flash, all he seein' is paparazzi
I can't talk to the cops, that's not me (uh-uh)
Shit you see I'ma not see (pussy)
Jump out, gang shit not sweet (jump out)
Kill a nigga quick like a Nazi
Can't tote these Glocks, these bitches hot
We been blitzin' shit all week (Ayy)
Cuz an' nem fuckin' they opps up 'cross town
Might be time for a swap meet (uh, wake up)
Thirty on me, so I got me (I got me)
Fifty over there with my auntie
Used to be opps on a nigga top every day
Now it's just demons hauntin' me
Why would I lie about the body count? (Huh?)
Why would you pull up on me unannounced? (Huh?)
I'm hold loose at the haunted house
It's all kinda zombies runnin' in and out
Who want the clout?
We hit him five time, that nigga died and came back to life
Posted a picture while he in the 'spital (ayy)
We goin' up, gang on the likes
Why would I lie about the body count? (Huh?)
Why would you pull up on me unannounced? (Huh?)
I'm hold loose at the haunted house
It's all kinda zombies runnin' in and out
Who want the clout?
We hit him five time, that nigga died and came back to life
Posted a picture while he in the 'spital (ayy)
We goin' up, gang on the likes (yeah)
Mozzy's "Body Count" is a song with deep and violent lyrics that discuss guns, murders, and bodies. The song seems to challenge people's perception of the artist by asking why he would lie about the number of bodies he has. The artist is so confident in his real-life experiences that he dares anyone to expose his lies. He makes it clear that people who come looking for him unannounced will experience the horrors of the haunted house, which is full of zombies running in and out.
Mozzy uses the second verse to give thanks to God for his blessings, especially his close friends. He alludes to a recent murder at the traffic light, where the killer left the victim's face looking like ground meat, and no one in the neighborhood wants a black t-shirt from the police. Mozzy boasts about being a seasoned criminal who has advanced from drive-bys and now engages in broad daylight murders, with no intention of stopping at stop signs. He brags about being capable of silence from talking about his war stories and admonishes his crew to keep secrets lest they get caught with another case.
Line by Line Meaning
Why would I lie about the body count?
Why would I make false claims about the number of people I've harmed or killed?
If they pull the plug then that body count (they pull the plug, then that body, yeah)
If the authorities investigate thoroughly, they will discover the true number of casualties.
Why would you pull up on me unannounced? (Huh?)
Why would you unexpectedly confront me?
I'm hold loose at the haunted house
I am armed and ready for any dangerous situation.
It's all kinda zombies runnin' in and out
There are many mindless followers and adversaries present.
Who want the clout?
Who desires attention and fame?
We hit him five time, that nigga died and came back to life
We shot him multiple times, and although he supposedly died, he miraculously survived.
Posted a picture while he in the 'spital (ayy)
We even shared a photo of him from the hospital.
We goin' up, gang on the likes
Our popularity and influence are increasing.
I pray in the mornin', I go get the dough, then I thank Him at night
I have a routine of starting the day with prayer, hustling to earn money, and expressing gratitude to God in the evening.
I thank him for Zayda, I thank him for Dooterz 'cause it's only right
I express gratitude for my friends Zayda and Dooterz because they deserve recognition and appreciation.
I heard a sucka died at the light (uh, pop), ayy that was like last week
I heard that a foolish individual got killed in a public place, but that incident happened a while ago.
Pulled up on the side of blood, start beatin' shit to the fat meat
I confronted an enemy, engaging in a violent and brutal altercation.
Shooter shootin' out the passenger (ayy), shooter shootin' out the back seat
We have armed individuals positioned in both the passenger seat and the back seat of a vehicle.
Nigga think I'm just rappin' 'bout it, said, 'Ayy, run a check on my rap sheet' (Ayy, run a check on my rap sheet)
Some people doubt the authenticity of my lyrics, so they challenge me to verify my criminal record.
General population in the bounty, don't get me no black tee
I have a significant reputation among the masses, so don't associate me with regular criminals.
You gon' fuck around and die on the stage, nigga, at a show behind rap beef
If you provoke me with rap rivalries, you might meet your demise while performing on stage.
Frontlinin' on the backstreets, I'm a tax-free type of nigga (I'm a tax-free type of nigga)
I actively participate in dangerous street activities while avoiding any legal consequences or taxation.
The homie talkin' 'bout his war stories, I was half-sleep on that nigga (I was half-sleep)
My friend is sharing tales of his past conflicts, but I don't pay much attention as I am disinterested or unimpressed.
You want a Band-Aid for the chopstick, I gotta have beef with that nigga
If you're seeking consolation for someone I have a grudge against, then I have to maintain hostility towards that person.
Want respect from the young life, then you gotta slap yeek for that nigga (slap yeek for that nigga)
To earn the admiration and recognition of the younger generation, you must physically harm or assault someone on their behalf.
Forty on me proudly (proudly), Got your Glizzy on you, but is you gon' catch a homi'? (Hell, nah, fuck nigga)
I carry a .40 caliber firearm with pride, but do you have the courage to commit murder?
AR-15, make it 'bladadadadah' like Mozzy (Mozzy)
When I fire an AR-15, it produces rapid gunfire sounds similar to the way my name is vocalized.
Switch gon' make that bitch start spittin' fast, kamikaze (grrt)
My firearm's fire mode will cause it to shoot bullets rapidly, like a self-destructive kamikaze mission.
Twist a nigga body, Only way we sparin' if we see a car seat
We will only refrain from killing someone if we observe a child's car seat in their vehicle.
Nigga can't sleep, takin' Perky and Roxy
Some individuals struggle with insomnia and resort to using the prescription drugs Percocet and Roxicodone.
We call it steam, but he in the hot seat
We refer to confrontation and threats as 'steam,' but he is now in a dangerous and compromising situation.
Flash, all he seein' is paparazzi
In moments of intense danger, all he perceives are flashes of light like paparazzi cameras.
I can't talk to the cops, that's not me (uh-uh)
I am unwilling to cooperate or communicate with law enforcement authorities.
Shit you see I'ma not see (pussy)
I will purposefully ignore or disregard any incriminating evidence or actions.
Jump out, gang shit not sweet (jump out)
When we suddenly emerge and confront people, it is not a friendly or pleasant encounter.
Kill a nigga quick like a Nazi
I can swiftly and ruthlessly eliminate someone as efficiently as the Nazis did.
Can't tote these Glocks, these bitches hot
I cannot carry these handguns as they are illegal and highly sought by law enforcement.
We been blitzin' shit all week (Ayy)
We have been aggressively attacking and causing chaos consistently throughout the week.
Cuz an' nem fuckin' they opps up 'cross town
My friends and allies are aggressively targeting and harming their rivals in a different part of town.
Might be time for a swap meet (uh, wake up)
Perhaps it is a suitable opportunity for a confrontation or exchange of gunfire.
Thirty on me, so I got me (I got me)
I carry a .30 caliber firearm, so I can protect myself.
Fifty over there with my auntie
I have entrusted my auntie with a .50 caliber firearm for her protection.
Used to be opps on a nigga top every day
We were once enemies who constantly targeted each other.
Now it's just demons hauntin' me
Now, I am burdened by my own personal demons and regrets.
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Timothy Patterson, Herbert Wright, Dayvon Bennett, Sharodrick Chadell Criss
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@jasminepauley710
This whole album slap !! 💯#realnigga#favoriterapper
@Drediditbih
2019 this one still goes💯🔥🔥
@highlifetopshelf4204
AndreaMarie916 ya but u liked this not on mozzys profile
@syncedwiseman6760
2020?
@CharlieSegovia-kv1wc
Come pick me up
@pearlgalvan2289
This should have almost 100 million views look at any other of those mumble rappers damn near get that much if not more
@JohnDoe-qq8et
I fuck with mozzy because it don't seem like he just rappin.
@donovanpayton3009
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@SwagNationIgamingandreviews
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@billyblanc7302
body 4 body mahn Brooklyn !!