[Aftamath]
 Back in '87 started slanging in the hood
 Sworn to the clique, now I'm in it for good
 Me and Dope, brothas hustling all the time
 Steve getting his, big rob, I'm getting mine
 Fools outta line, heard a blast from a steel
 Triggers slapping fools and popping devils in the dome
 3, 5, 4, here it comes, here it comes
 I'm coming outta trunk to pull a gat on you, son
 Managed to 27 and my life is still the same
 Father to an offspring, dodging them coke friends
 Spent 3 months in a place like Sing-Sing
 Now I'm hitting top, jacking fake cops
 That's the reason why, you know, them devils still drop
 La Cosa Nostra, a mafioso
 I'm riding at night, fool, for sleep behind a low
 Devils run too, we get popped
 Dodies still drop...

 Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...
 Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...
 Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...
 Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...
 Cause, you see, bodies in the ground
 brothas still slaves...
 Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves...
 Cause, you see, bodies in the ground
 brothas still slaves...
 Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves...

 [Point Blank]
 Yeah, fool, I'm back again committing a sin with the pen
 Full of that gin and juice, uuuh, and that's on the fen
 Bought none in 9-trizey
 So say what ya mean, fool, and mean what you say
 Dissing my hood could be tragic
 So keep South Park out your mouth, I ain't having it
 Yeah, I'm from middle north and in north they don't play
 You get your ass knocked off
 for wearing your hat the wrong way
 Point Blank is in the house so give me my props
 Before I start blowing tops with Glocks
 Punks take my name and put a '10' in front of it
 They bittidy bittidy bit diss me
 but I ain't supposed to say that
 But on the real, take notes what I'm saying, gee
 On the streets you can't take my props away from me
 So when you not on a radio from 6 to 10
 I put some working on your ass and that's on the fen
 Cause talking crap for 4 hours is not a carieer
 Like Jimmy O you be burning down clubs next year
 So when it all hit the fan you go waxed off
 Step in to my hood and get packed off
 Bodies still drop...

 Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...
 Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...
 Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...
 Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...
 Cause, you see, bodies in the ground
 brothas still slaves...
 Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves...
 Cause, you see, bodies in the ground
 brothas still slaves...
 Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves...

 [Dope-E]
 The South Park streets, that's where the Dope-E be dwelling
 So I let my nuts hang, peep the story that I'm telling
 The rap game is just like the dope game
 I show no pain and the darkside I blame
 Flames heat up from my heater, main
 Oooh ueee, I'm trying to show you that I'm a real main
 So don't test me cause I already know the answers
 Suckers couldn't rap, maybe they can be my dancers
 Anything goes and it goes where I'm from
 I never feel sorry for you fools coming to get some
 Get some, meaning yours is not mine cause mine is mine
 I'm packing a 9 and I ain't blind
 And you try to understand these street rhymes battles
 Slipping into quick diss
 Step into the war zone, it's on, there ain't no neutral zone
 Stand your own and cover your dome, prone...
 But not to bad dreams, evil like steam and it seems...
 You wanna try the double team
 Get in your car, think again, take a long ride
 Avoid the homicide, don't come to Park side...

 Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...
 Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...
 Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...
 Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...
 Cause, you see, bodies in the ground
 brothas still slaves...
 Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves...
 Cause, you see, bodies in the ground
 brothas still slaves...
 Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves