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tony yayo – homicide lyrics

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turn me up in them f-ckin’ headphones
real quick, man, i’m feelin’ to body this track
and body a n-gg- when i get the f-ck outta here, man

c-cksucker, 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 d-mn number card

i drag you in your elevator, hit the stop b-tton
so when i pop somethin’, they can’t fingerprint nothin’
i hope you wit’cho b-tch, i’m lovin’ your dame
shoot her -ss and her heart, hit her jugular vein

n-gg-z talk it, they don’t live it, these n-gg-z 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

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, n-gg- but my ruger silent

sunup, sundown, my fish scale move
and if a n-gg- 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-gg-, 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 b-tch did that rasta in new jack city
in broad daylight, you better think twice
or that thing on your hip n-gg- 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-ckin’ kill somebody right now, n-gg-, f-ck!
got a sh-t load of guns right now, n-gg-
homicide, come around, i’m gone, n-gg-
when you see them suits and ties

you best to believe i did that to you, n-gg-
matter of fact, i didn’t do that to you
c’mon man, sh-t is real, man
this is for them, n-gg-z that

f-ck you, listen, lemme tell you somethin’
don’t run up on no whip
just run up on a n-gg- and blow his f-ckin’ brains out
that’s what, that’s gangsta, n-gg-, you hear me?

don’t f-ckin’ run up on a whip and spray somethin’
lemme see you, shoot a n-gg- brains out
and stand there for two minutes
and then run, motherf-cker

- tony yayo lyrics

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