Body Bags
The Game Lyrics


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(Game whispering)
Its Murder

(The Game talking)
Is 07 shit
We runnin' through summers
In dual hummers
And tell them my crew coming for war

(Verse 1)
YAYO!
I can't let the day go without lettin' the K go
Now watch his face blow, YAYO!
Heard you hidin' in the big apple
Better keep hidin' for them Puerto Ricans kidnap you
9-3 gangsta ties
Asians down in Miami (zoe gang!)
Yeah, them asians down in Miami
Fat Joe don't f**k with you, Nas don't like you
So who they gonna blame when they long nose snipe you
Potado on the muscle, black tape on the grip
We in the A-Team van with black tape on your bitch
She gonna tell us where you at
We gonna twist that dro'
And just wait 'til that rat come out the that hole
No, the streets ain't safe
When we see him we gonna eat that face
Nobody we gonna beat that case
Yeah, it's on again, two shots of patron I'm in
Drive slow and let the motherf**kin' chronic spin

(Chorus:(The Game))
Out in the streets they call it murder (whispering: murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(You can't f**k with the real!)
Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(Nigga, don't cross the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder
(murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
They call it murder
(You can't f**k with the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder
(Nigga, don't cross the real!)

(Verse 2)
What type of bitch niggaz put his hands on kids (Oh No!)
Pull up that black van on his (Nope)
We don't do the kid slap, we do the kid snatchin'
Eyewitness news, there's been a kidnappin'
Feed 'em real good, takin' home to play with Harlem
Sit by the phone, just wait it's your daddy callin'
Naah, we don't get down like that
But 50's momma we'll put you in the ground like that
Cuuuurtisss
Tryin' to make peace with Dipset
But you ain't even address the beef with Jin yet
It's on now, better call dr. Ben and Russell

Set up a peace treaty or go get some muscle
Call the lighty brothers, call all your lil' flunkies
Call the snitch hotline and get the G-Unit monkeys
Call the cops, I'm still 100 miles an runnin'
Then call the God and tell him your ass is comin'

(Chorus:(The Game))
Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(You can't f**k with the real!)
Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(Never cross the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder
(murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
They call it murder
(You can't f**k with the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder
(Never cross the real!)

(Verse 3)
This ain't "Ether", nah, this ain't "Hit 'em up"
This is a lot of dead bodies, who gonna pick them up
We just shot the corner
Who gonna drive the truck
F**k the whole G-Unit who lied to Buck
F**k Spider too, now that's for Big Face
I know where you countin' your sheeps
I'll have some Crips waitin'
Youtube banger, tell me how that clip taste
You kiss Lakisha in that mouth, tell me how my dick taste
I got the crown nigga, it's going down nigga
And Los Angelesss - it's my town nigga!
I got a place where bodies don't get found nigga
Where the dead sleep and ghost don't make a sound nigga
The real 50 Cent, he knew Jimmy Henchmen, the real Jimmy Henchmen
Look at them niggaz flinchin'
We ain't gonna do shit
I'll have your crew sit (?)
So play like them is toy guns and this is just music

(Chorus: (The Game))
Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(You can't f**k with the real!)
Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(Don't ever cross the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder
(murder, murder, murder kill, kill, kill...)
They call it murder
(Niggaz can't f**k with the real!)
They call it murd... They call it murder They call it murder They call it murd...
(Don't f**k with the real!)

(The Game talking)
It's Blackwall Street nigga!
Is 07, we can't be f**k with




Try and die, motherf**kers
I run the world, it's on!

Overall Meaning

The Game's "Body Bags" is a menacing track from his "You Know What It Is, Vol. 4" mixtape. In "Body Bags," The Game delivers venomous verses filled with violent threats and boasts of gangsterism. The whispered introduction gives the song a sense of danger as The Game declares that it's murder. The song's three verses are dedicated to dissing 50 Cent and his G-Unit crew, and the chorus emphasizes that out in the streets, they call it murder. The Game threatens to kidnap 50 Cent's son, taunts G-Unit members such as Tony Yayo and Spider Loc, and claims he's got a place where bodies don't get found. The Game's unapologetic and brutal verses paint a picture of a world where violence is met with violence.


The Game's "Body Bags" is a standout track on his "You Know What It Is, Vol. 4" mixtape, which features guest appearances from artists such as Kanye West, Lil Wayne, and Nas. The song's lyrics caused controversy when the mixtape was released in 2007, with many criticizing The Game's violent threats and disrespectful lyrics towards 50 Cent and his associates. However, the song was also widely praised for its hard-hitting production and The Game's intense delivery. "Body Bags" is a prime example of The Game's ability to create street anthems that resonate with fans of gangsta rap.


Line by Line Meaning

YAYO!
The singer is addressing someone by the name “Yayo” and warns him of his intention to perform a deadly act using a “K.”


I can't let the day go without lettin' the K go
The singer cannot allow the day to end without performing a deadly act using a “K.”


Now watch his face blow, YAYO!
The singer addresses “Yayo” again and threatens to blow someone’s face off and is probably asking Yayo to watch it happen.


Heard you hidin' in the big apple
The artist has heard of someone hiding in the city of New York.


Better keep hidin' for them Puerto Ricans kidnap you
The artist is warning the person from the previous line, stating that they should keep hiding, or else Puerto Ricans will kidnap that person.


Asians down in Miami (zoe gang!)
The singer mentions a group of Asians that belong to the “zoe gang” that are present in Miami.


Yeah, them asians down in Miami
The singer confirms the presence of the Asian group in Miami.


Fat Joe don't f**k with you, Nas don't like you
The artist is naming two well-known rappers who do not like or associate with the person being addressed in the lyrics.


So who they gonna blame when they long nose snipe you
The artist is questioning who will be blamed if the person being addressed in the lyrics is shot dead (sniped) with a long nose gun.


Potado on the muscle, black tape on the grip
The artist is describing the weapons being used, which include a potato (most likely a silencer for a firearm) and a gun grip wrapped in black tape.


We in the A-Team van with black tape on your bitch
The singer is stating that they are in an A-Team van with their enemy's girlfriend, who has been tied up with black tape.


She gonna tell us where you at
The girlfriend tied up in the van is expected to reveal the location of their enemy.


We gonna twist that dro'
The singer is planning to wait for their captured enemy to lead them to drugs (dro’).


And just wait 'til that rat come out the that hole
The singer is planning to wait until their enemy comes out of hiding.


No, the streets ain't safe
The singer is stating that the streets are not safe.


When we see him we gonna eat that face
The artist is threatening to physically hurt their enemy when they find him.


Nobody we gonna beat that case
The artist believes that they will not face any legal consequences for their actions as they will probably elude the law or win the legal case over their enemy.


Yeah, it's on again, two shots of patron I'm in
The singer is excited to begin the next round of their violent actions and mentions drinking two shots of Patron.


Drive slow and let the motherf**kin' chronic spin
The singer is instructing the driver of the car to slow down while the music (most likely Dr. Dre's “The Chronic”) is playing.


(Don't ever cross the real!)
The chorus states that people should not mess around with those who are experienced, authentic and has bought with them real-life experiences; they should keep away from them.


What type of b*tch n****s put his hands on kids (Oh No!)
The artist questions what kind of man would physically abuse children. He expresses disappointment and disgust at such a person.


Pull up that black van on his (Nope)
The artist plans to arrive and attack the man who the previous line was referring to with a black van.


We don't do the kid slap, we do the kid snatchin'
The singer clarifies that they don’t hit kids but instead kidnap them.


Eyewitness news, there's been a kidnappin'
The media is notified about a kidnapping incident that has occurred.


Feed 'em real good, takin' home to play with Harlem
The singer plans to feed the kidnapped child (or children) well and take them back to Harlem.


Sit by the phone, just wait it's your daddy callin'
The kidnapped child (or children) will be made to wait by the phone and listen for their father's upcoming call.


Naah, we don't get down like that
The lyrics are contesting the idea that the singer he is not a person who would kidnap children. Somehow the lines that come before contradict this line.


But 50's momma we'll put you in the ground like that
The artist threatens to kill someone using the violent example of Curtis Jackson (50 Cent)’s mother's death.


Cuuuurtisss
The artist calls out the name of Curtis Jackson (50 Cent) in a taunting manner.


Tryin' to make peace with Dipset
The lyricist comments on 50 Cent trying to negotiate peace with The Diplomats musical group or Dipset.


But you ain't even address the beef with Jin yet
The singer mentions that 50 Cent has not even tried to resolve issues he has with rapper Jin.


It's on now, better call dr. Ben and Russell
The artist implies that after failing to make peace with other rappers, 50 Cent needs to sort it out with the help of activists such as Dr. Benjamin Chavis Jr. and Russell Simmons.


Set up a peace treaty or go get some muscle
The artist is commanding 50 Cent to either find a solution to their disagreement or come prepared with resources and manpower to fight.


Call the lighty brothers, call all your lil' flunkies
The artist mocks 50 Cent again by suggesting that he can only summon his less significant team or “lil' flunkies”


Call the snitch hotline and get the G-Unit monkeys
The singer is making fun of the G-Unit crew, labeling them as snitches and monkeys.


Call the cops, I'm still 100 miles an runnin'
The artist is warning 50 Cent and his team to call the police because he has fled 100 miles away.


Then call the God and tell him your *ss is comin'
The singer is making a metaphoric reference to god; he challenges the weak to face the supreme forces of the universe, suggests that he can or has defeated anyone, including 50 Cent and his team.


This ain't "Ether", nah, this ain't "Hit 'em up"
The singer says that their song is not like the other famous rap songs that were diss tracks, which were respectively, Nas’ ‘Ether’ and Tupac's ‘Hit 'em Up.’


This is a lot of dead bodies, who gonna pick them up
The singer is rhetorically asking who will pick up the dead bodies after all the violence is over.


We just shot the corner
The artist is stating that they have just killed someone on a street corner.


Who gonna drive the truck
The artist is questioning who will be responsible for disposing of all the dead bodies.


F**k the whole G-Unit who lied to Buck
The singer is expressing negative sentiment towards the whole G-Unit crew, accusing them of being dishonest towards Buck.


F**k Spider too, now that's for Big Face
The singer is insulting someone named Spider and cites someone named Big Face as the reason behind their contempt.


I know where you countin' your sheeps
The artist is claiming that he knows of Spider’s secret stash, where he hid his income or money.


I'll have some Crips waitin'
The artist is going to call some members of the Crips gang to wait for spider.


Youtube banger, tell me how that clip taste
The artist is referring to a preexisting video on Youtube that shows an act of violence and is challenging anyone who enjoys such videos to face the consequences of their own medicine.


You kiss Lakisha in that mouth, tell me how my d**k taste
The singer is making fun of someone’s girlfriend or wife, Lakisha, and questions someone how his p***** would taste after doing the same.


I got the crown n***a, it's going down n***a
The artist claims to be the “king” or the most powerful person among everyone in the neighborhood and expresses eagerness to start the next round of battles/violence.


And Los Angelesss - it's my town n***a!
The singer expresses that Los Angeles is his city and no one can compete with him in that area when it comes to violence and drugs.


I got a place where bodies don't get found n***a
The singer is claiming to have a hiding spot for dead bodies where they usually do not get discovered.


Where the dead sleep and ghost don't make a sound n***a
The singer is emphasizing the secrecy of his hiding spot and highlighting unusually high death rates, which is also causing paranormal activity in the location.


The real 50 Cent, he knew Jimmy Henchmen, the real Jimmy Henchmen
The artist is mentioning that he has connections to the real 50 Cent and is familiar with the real Jimmy Henchmen, who was actually sentenced in 2015 for orchestrating the shooting of Tupac.


Look at them n****z flinchin'
The artist is mocking and making fun of their enemies who are stepping back in fear.


We ain't gonna do sh*t
The lyricist is implying that despite all the aggressive lyrics, they won’t actually perform any violent acts.


I'll have your crew sit (?)
The singer is threatening to kidnap their enemies' crew members.


So play like them is toy guns and this is just music
The artist is demanding that people do not take the lyrics seriously but instead perceive them as entertainment or as musical instruments rather than violent acts or threats.


It's Blackwall Street n***a!
The lyricist is referencing his affiliation with Black Wall Street, a record label and music company.


Is 07, we can't be f**k with
The artist is referencing the year 2007 and expressing confidence in his ability to overpower anyone who dares to mess with him.


Try and die, motherf**kers
The singer is daring others to challenge or provoke them to violence.


I run the world, it's on!
The artist is expressing his control over the area and preparing himself for the violence that will occur.




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Comments from YouTube:

@Lowkeeyg

Playing this 10 years later as a grown ass man

@spacebrush4550

This song is just out of this world

@RobI-xn2zz

word

@tbwspl

the same here...

@georgeemt2413

Still official

@cmhvacr1010

Lowkeeyg lol same

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@samysaad1542

15 years later and it still rides

@billyclements9536

one of the best diss tracks ever

@acelimelight4739

Billy Clements facts💯

@rgsoosaa2816

The hate in his voice thats for real

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