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  • Artist: Tony Yayo
  • Song Title: Homicide
  • Album: Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon

[Intro]
Turn me up in them f**king headphones real quick man
I feeling the body of this track, and body a n**** when I get the f**k out of here man

[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
Cock Sucker this aint rap, check my rap sheet
I feed you to the rats, with peanut better on your feet
.44 bulldog, big money hustle hard
So the feds want my face on that damn number card
I’ll trap you in the elevator hit the stop button
Cause when I pop something they cant finger print nothing
I’ll help you with you b****, I’m loving you ?
Shoot her a** in the heart , hit a jingle of veins
N****s talk it they don’t live it, these n****s is buff
Go thought they projects and their ? Is tough
I’m in Apartment 4B, wiping down the lama
With to French kissing like Britney and mondona
And you know how I ride when the beef is on
Bulla bla bla like Jamaica song

[Chorus]
Its nine its nine, there’s a clip in the nine
Bullet in the clip, bullet in the Camber
Round on the ground, and that’s why homicide all around
There’s a hole, there’s a hole, there’s a 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 the drop
Body in the lot, body uptown, body downtown
And that’s why homicide all around

[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
I’m in that brand new range, when I pull up kid
I turn you brains into red concrete stains
That’s the beauty of gruesome violence
I’m a loud my n****, but my rule is salient
Sun up, sun down my fist still move
And if a n**** what to stop me he go be fish food
Yeah yayo rhyme but I’ll merit a person
When you mind leave you body, your sprit is soul searching
Gash you team, n**** I’m blast you team
I got plastic milk dugs, full of gasoline
.44 bark loud, you laying in heaven
Well you moms and you pop in deep clouds of depression
I’ll turn your head into ?, bet two ?
Like that b**** the that roasta in new jack city
In broad daylight, you better think twice
So the thing on you hip n**** better spray right

[Chorus]
Its nine its nine, there’s a clip in the nine
Bullet in the clip, bullet in the Camber
Round on the ground, and that’s why homicide all around
There’s a hole, there’s a hole, there’s a 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 the drop
Body on the block, body uptown, body downtown
And that’s why homicide all around

[Bridge]
I feeling to kill something right now n**** f**k
I got a s**t load of guns right now n****
Homicide come around I’m gone n****
You see them suits and ties best believe I did that to you n****
Matter of fact I did do that to you uh come on man
This s**t is real man, this is for the n**** that’s
F**k yo like me tell you something
Don’t run up on a whip
Just run up on a n**** and blow his f**king brains out
Now that gangsta n**** you hear me
Don’t f**k run on a whip and spray something
Let me see you blow n**** brains out
And stand there for two minutes then run motherf**ka

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