Homicide

Turn me up in them f****n' headphones

Real quick, man,

I'm feelin' to body this track

And body a ***** when

I get the **** outta here, man

C********r, this ain't rap, check my rap sheets

I feed you to the rats with peanut butter on yo' feet44 bulldog, get money hustle hard

So the feds want my face on that damn number card

I drag you in your elevator, hit the stop button

So when I pop somethin', they can't fingerprint nothin'

I hope you wit'cho *****,

I'm lovin' your dame

Shoot her ass and her heart, hit her jugular vein

****** talk it, they don't live it, these ****** is butt

Go through they projects and they jewels is tucked

I'm in apar**ent 4

B, wipin' down the llama

With two freaks kissin' like,

Britney and

MadonnaAnd you know how

I ride when the beef is on

Pull up, la la like

Jamaican songs

It's a nine, it's a nine

There's a clip in the nine, bullet in the clip

Bullet in the chamber round on the ground

And that's why homicide all around

There's a hole, there's a hole

There's a hole in his head, hole in his leg

Hole in his pants, holes everywhere

And that's why homicide all around

There's a body, there's a body

There's a body in a drop, body in a lot

Body uptown, body downtown

And that's why homicide all around

I'm in that brand new

Range, when

I pull up kid

I turn your brains into red concrete stains

That's the beauty of gruesome violence

I'm loudmouth, ***** but my

Ruger silent

Sunup, sundown, my fish scale move

And if a ***** wanna stop it he gon' be fish food

Yeah, Yayo rhyme but

I murk a person

And when your mind leave your body your spirit is soul searchin'

Gas your team, *****,

I'ma blast your team

I got plastic milk jugs full of gasoline

Four fours bark loud, you layin' in heaven

While your moms and your pops in deep clouds of depression

I turn your head into pasta and baked zucchini

Like that ***** did that rasta in

New Jack City

In broad daylight, you better think twice

Or that thing on your hip ***** better spray right

It's a nine, it's a nine

There's a clip in the nine, bullet in the clip

Bullet in the chamber round on the ground

And that's why homicide all around

It's a hole, it's a hole

It's a hole in his head, hole in his leg

Hole in his pants, holes everywhere

And that's why homicide all around

It's a body, it's a body

It's a body in a drop, body on the block

Body uptown, body downtown

And that's why homicide all around

Feelin' to f****n' kill somebody right now, *****, ****!

Got a s*it load of guns right now, *****

Homicide, come around,

I'm gone, *****

When you see them suits and ties

You best to believe

I did that to you, *****

Matter of fact,

I didn't do that to you

C'mon man, s*it is real, man

This is for them, ****** that

**** you, listen, lemme tell you somethin'

Don't run up on no whip

Just run up on a ***** and blow his f****n' brains out

That's what, that's gangsta, *****, you hear me?

Don't f****n' run up on a whip and spray somethin'

Lemme see you, shoot a ***** brains out

And stand there for two minutes

And then run, motherf****r