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Tony Yayo( Tony Yayo & 50 Cent )
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Homicide
Lyricist:E Zorrilla Gomez
Turn me up in them fuckin' headphones Real quick, man, I'm feelin' to body this track And body a nigga when I get the fuck 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 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 bitch, I'm lovin' your dame Shoot her ass and her heart, hit her jugular vein
Niggaz talk it, they don't live it, these niggaz 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 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, nigga but my Ruger silent
Sunup, sundown, my fish scale move And if a nigga 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' Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Gas your team, nigga, 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 bitch did that rasta in New Jack City In broad daylight, you better think twice Or that thing on your hip nigga 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 fuckin' kill somebody right now, nigga, fuck! Got a shit load of guns right now, nigga Homicide, come around, I'm gone, nigga When you see them suits and ties
You best to believe I did that to you, nigga Matter of fact, I didn't do that to you C'mon man, shit is real, man This is for them, niggaz that
Fuck you, listen, lemme tell you somethin' Don't run up on no whip Just run up on a nigga and blow his fuckin' brains out That's what, that's gangsta, nigga, you hear me?
Don't fuckin' run up on a whip and spray somethin' Lemme see you, shoot a nigga brains out And stand there for two minutes And then run, motherfucker
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