Lirik Lagu Homicide - L.L. Cool J
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This for my man yo... word up
[Radio transmission]"I got a 187 on the corner of Farmers boulevard in Linden.""Uh, drug related?""The usual."
I don't mean this in a disrespectful wayBut Columbine happens in the ghetto every dayWhen the shit goes down y'all aint got nothing to say
[Verse 1]He kicked the old lady's door in, threw her on the floorChoked her to death so she don't scream no moreHe need some white chocolate, he feel it in his bonesHe heard she refinanced and got a bank loanHe used to mow the lawn, take the garbage outNow she in the closet wit a sock in her mouthCopped a chain, copped some crillsCrack pipe in his windpipe, twistin like a drillRun around frontin, buyin his mens kicksGassed a broad up so she can help her rent a whipThe other killer peeped him out flashin a knotA well known murderer, check the ill plotCall up Corey Buns, get him on the blockNiggas gotta eat, plus he front alotHe came through, straight strip searchHe said I'm comin back, and I'ma put in workNiggas told him, ayo leave that shit aloneBut pride mixed with crack, had him in a zonePrepared for more shit than DependsEyes bloodshot through a Cardier lensNiggas said Buns came through lookin strangeYeah, Buns won't stay in his laneAight, Buns want ghetto fameAnd caught two in the Ukraine at point blank range
It's a, Homicide, just a Homicide [8X]
I don't mean this in a disrespectful wayBut Columbine happens in the ghetto every dayWhen the shit goes down y'all aint got nothing to say
[Verse 2]Jamaician cat, real treacherousUsed to smuggle burners up from TexasHad the ill crib out in RosedaleTook the money from the trunk and copped a fishscaleChinese Jamacian, real pretty niggaLove puffin blunts, throwin bodies in the riverOne of the illest niggas that the world ever sawUsed to take loaded nines and throw 'em on the floorHe was from Brooklyn, and I don't know the blockI met him at the flicks he commented on my rocksWe rolled back to back, while I was slingin rapsHe was slingin crack, I was seventeen fascinated by the stacksRunnin with dangerous niggas and packin gatsUh, the shit thrill me, lookin so clean, and livin so filthyI heard his right hand man disappearedThey found his bike in the street somewhereConspiracy theories, niggas talkin shitSmall world, I was close to his right hand man's chickShe kept beepin him he never called backWhen they found him in the trunk his body was jet blackPretty Jamacian kept doin his thingHim and his older brother got caught up in a stingOut on bail, pressure by the feds, he caught seven in the headWhat goes around, comes back aroundNigga rest in peace when they lay ya down
[Radio transmission]"Uh, central, your assistance is requested we have a major crisis hereMrs. Winthrop's cat is stuck in a tree.""Roger, a squad car is on the way."
It's a, Homicide, just a Homicide[4X]
I don't mean this in a disrespectful wayBut Columbine happens in the ghetto every dayWhen this shit goes down y'all aint got nothing to say
[Radio transmission]
[Radio transmission]"I got a 187 on the corner of Farmers boulevard in Linden.""Uh, drug related?""The usual."
I don't mean this in a disrespectful wayBut Columbine happens in the ghetto every dayWhen the shit goes down y'all aint got nothing to say
[Verse 1]He kicked the old lady's door in, threw her on the floorChoked her to death so she don't scream no moreHe need some white chocolate, he feel it in his bonesHe heard she refinanced and got a bank loanHe used to mow the lawn, take the garbage outNow she in the closet wit a sock in her mouthCopped a chain, copped some crillsCrack pipe in his windpipe, twistin like a drillRun around frontin, buyin his mens kicksGassed a broad up so she can help her rent a whipThe other killer peeped him out flashin a knotA well known murderer, check the ill plotCall up Corey Buns, get him on the blockNiggas gotta eat, plus he front alotHe came through, straight strip searchHe said I'm comin back, and I'ma put in workNiggas told him, ayo leave that shit aloneBut pride mixed with crack, had him in a zonePrepared for more shit than DependsEyes bloodshot through a Cardier lensNiggas said Buns came through lookin strangeYeah, Buns won't stay in his laneAight, Buns want ghetto fameAnd caught two in the Ukraine at point blank range
It's a, Homicide, just a Homicide [8X]
I don't mean this in a disrespectful wayBut Columbine happens in the ghetto every dayWhen the shit goes down y'all aint got nothing to say
[Verse 2]Jamaician cat, real treacherousUsed to smuggle burners up from TexasHad the ill crib out in RosedaleTook the money from the trunk and copped a fishscaleChinese Jamacian, real pretty niggaLove puffin blunts, throwin bodies in the riverOne of the illest niggas that the world ever sawUsed to take loaded nines and throw 'em on the floorHe was from Brooklyn, and I don't know the blockI met him at the flicks he commented on my rocksWe rolled back to back, while I was slingin rapsHe was slingin crack, I was seventeen fascinated by the stacksRunnin with dangerous niggas and packin gatsUh, the shit thrill me, lookin so clean, and livin so filthyI heard his right hand man disappearedThey found his bike in the street somewhereConspiracy theories, niggas talkin shitSmall world, I was close to his right hand man's chickShe kept beepin him he never called backWhen they found him in the trunk his body was jet blackPretty Jamacian kept doin his thingHim and his older brother got caught up in a stingOut on bail, pressure by the feds, he caught seven in the headWhat goes around, comes back aroundNigga rest in peace when they lay ya down
[Radio transmission]"Uh, central, your assistance is requested we have a major crisis hereMrs. Winthrop's cat is stuck in a tree.""Roger, a squad car is on the way."
It's a, Homicide, just a Homicide[4X]
I don't mean this in a disrespectful wayBut Columbine happens in the ghetto every dayWhen this shit goes down y'all aint got nothing to say
[Radio transmission]
