Homicide - Tony Yayo
[Intro: Tony Yayo]
Turn me up in them f_ckin headphones real quick man
I'm feelin to body this track
and body a n_gga when I get the f_ck outta here man
[Tony Yayo]
Cocks_cker this ain't rap, check my rap sheets
I feed you to the rats with peanut b_tter 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 b_tton
So when I pop somethin they can't fingerprint nothin
I help you wit'cho b_tch, I'm lovin your dame
Shoot her ass and her heart, hit her jugular vein
N_ggaz talk it they don't live it, these n_ggaz is b_tt
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
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
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
[Tony Yayo]
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_gga but my Ruger silent
Sun-up, sundown, my fishscale move
And if a n_gga 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_gga 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_tch did that rasta in "New Jack City"
In broad daylight, you better think twice
Or that thing on your hip n_gga better spray right
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
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
[Tony Yayo]
Feelin to f_ckin kill somebody right now n_gga, f_ck!
Got a SH_TLOAD of guns right now n_gga
Homicide come around I'm gone n_gga
When you see them suits and ties
You best to believe I did that to you n_gga
Matter of fact I didn't do that to you
Huh, c'mon man, sh_t is real man
This is for them n_ggaz - f_ck yo listen lemme tell you somethin
Don't run up on no whip
Just run up on a n_gga and blow his f_ckin brains out
That's what, that's gangsta n_gga - you hear me?
Don't f_ckin run up on a whip and spray somethin
Lemme see you, shoot a n_gga brains out
and stand there for two minutes, and then run, motherf_cker!
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