ฟังเพลงHomicide (Album Version|Explicit)

Turn me up in them f**kin headphones real quick man

I'm feelin to body this track

And body a n***a when I get the f**k outta here man

Cocksucker this ain't rap check my rap sheets

I feed you to the rats with peanut butter on yo' feet

44 bulldog get money hustle hard

So the feds want my face on that d**n number card

I drag you in your elevator hit the stop button

So when I pop somethin they can't fingerprint nothin

I help you wit'cho b***h I'm lovin your dame

Shoot her a*s and her heart hit her jugular vein

N***az talk it they don't live it these n***az is butt

Go through they projects and they jewels is tucked

I'm in apartment 4B wipin down the llama

With two freaks kissin like Britney and Madonna

And you know how I ride when the beef is on

Pull up LA LA like Jamaican songs

It's a niiiiiiiine 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 n***a but my Ruger silent

Sun up sundown my fishscale move

And if a n***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 n***a 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 zuchinni

Like that b***h did that rasta in New Jack City

In broad daylight you better think twice

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

It's a niiiiiiiine 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**kin kill somebody right now n***a f**k

Got a s**tLOAD of guns right now n***a

Homicide come around I'm gone n***a

When you see them suits and ties

You best to believe I did that to you n***a

Matter of fact I didn't do that to you

Huh c'mon man s**t is real man

This is for them n***az f**k yo listen lemme tell you somethin

Don't run up on no whip

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

That's what that's gangsta n***a you hear me

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

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

And stand there for two minutes and then run motherf**ker