Lirik Lagu Homicide feat. Snoop Dogg - Future
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You say you wanna take a ride? Get inI grew up on that other side, getting it inYou niggas selling a bunch of pies, snatch a BenzI heard you say it's going down, I'm going inGo tell 'em it's a homicideGo tell 'em it's a homicideGo tell 'em it's a homicideGo tell 'em it's a homicide, ya ya
Fighting, shooting, killing, ridingCripping, tripping, spitting fireIn the kitchen, baking piesTaking mines, making minesYellow tape, black gunFill it with them hollow shellsAnd leave the scene bloodyBuddy can't nobody tellCatch a plane to the ATLLay low in a cheap motelWhatever suits yaAnd get a few thangs from my cousin FutureNow I'm back on and popping likeTrapping, rapping in the cutTalk shit, I fuck you upThey don't recognize who I am or where I'm fromSo I hit the strip club banging 20 Crip causeTreble with the bass, put that thang up in yo shaveningAnd leave yo body bleeding on the pavement
How many a ride for you, open up that fire for youYou gotta question a nigga standing next to you, cut him offI grew up on the side you gotta make yourself a bossNiggas'll shit on you any chance they getCross you out on a lickIf you ain't ready for the ending then quitIt's a dirty world, you gotta get your hands dirtyI'm going for the title with my hands on the rifleI put in the same work you put in, survivalLooking at my rival, they looking suicidalKeep them bodies off wax, I can spot a ratLet the guitar play, brrrat!
Slang a bunch of packs, and go and snatch a BenzoI played them streets as a young nigga, ain't never liked NintendoThem gangstas in the yard, them my motherfucking kinfolkThey'll kidnap you and yo broad daylight, no pretendoI grew up 'round a bunch of monsters, call that pressure on yaBe so scared for ya life, you call the police on yaYou ready say you readyYou gon' starve or you want fetti? Yo life'll change a secondGood or bad, don't open yo mouth, make sure you shut itAin't no telling who listening, make a wise decisionI'm from 'cross the tracks, like BoosieIf you ride, you better know who shooting
Fighting, shooting, killing, ridingCripping, tripping, spitting fireIn the kitchen, baking piesTaking mines, making minesYellow tape, black gunFill it with them hollow shellsAnd leave the scene bloodyBuddy can't nobody tellCatch a plane to the ATLLay low in a cheap motelWhatever suits yaAnd get a few thangs from my cousin FutureNow I'm back on and popping likeTrapping, rapping in the cutTalk shit, I fuck you upThey don't recognize who I am or where I'm fromSo I hit the strip club banging 20 Crip causeTreble with the bass, put that thang up in yo shaveningAnd leave yo body bleeding on the pavement
How many a ride for you, open up that fire for youYou gotta question a nigga standing next to you, cut him offI grew up on the side you gotta make yourself a bossNiggas'll shit on you any chance they getCross you out on a lickIf you ain't ready for the ending then quitIt's a dirty world, you gotta get your hands dirtyI'm going for the title with my hands on the rifleI put in the same work you put in, survivalLooking at my rival, they looking suicidalKeep them bodies off wax, I can spot a ratLet the guitar play, brrrat!
Slang a bunch of packs, and go and snatch a BenzoI played them streets as a young nigga, ain't never liked NintendoThem gangstas in the yard, them my motherfucking kinfolkThey'll kidnap you and yo broad daylight, no pretendoI grew up 'round a bunch of monsters, call that pressure on yaBe so scared for ya life, you call the police on yaYou ready say you readyYou gon' starve or you want fetti? Yo life'll change a secondGood or bad, don't open yo mouth, make sure you shut itAin't no telling who listening, make a wise decisionI'm from 'cross the tracks, like BoosieIf you ride, you better know who shooting
