Lirik Lagu Homicide - Tony Yayo
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[Intro: Tony Yayo]Turn me up in them fuckin headphones real quick manI'm feelin to body this trackand body a nigga when I get the fuck outta here man
[Tony Yayo]Cocksucker this ain't rap, check my rap sheetsI feed you to the rats with peanut butter on yo' feet44 bulldog, get money hustle hardSo the feds want my face on that damn number cardI drag you in your elevator, hit the stop buttonSo when I pop somethin they can't fingerprint nothinI help you wit'cho bitch, I'm lovin your dameShoot her ass and her heart, hit her jugular veinNiggaz talk it they don't live it, these niggaz is buttGo through they projects and they jewels is tuckedI'm in apartment 4B, wipin down the llamaWith two freaks kissin like, Britney and MadonnaAnd you know how I ride when the beef is onPull up, LA LA like Jamaican songs
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]It's a niiiiiiiine, it's a nineThere's a clip in the nine, bullet in the clipBullet in the chamber, round on the groundAnd that's why homicide all aroundThere's a hole, there's a holeThere's a hole in his head, hole in his legHole in his pants, holes everywhereAnd that's why homicide all aroundThere's a body, there's a bodyThere's a body in a drop, body in a lotBody uptown, body downtownAnd that's why homicide all around
[Tony Yayo]I'm in that brand new Range; when I pull up kidI turn your brains into red concrete stainsThat's the beauty of gruesome violenceI'm loudmouth nigga but my Ruger silentSun-up, sundown, my fishscale moveAnd if a nigga wanna stop it he gon' be fish foodYeah Yayo rhyme but I murk a personAnd when your mind leave your body your spirit is soul searchinGas your team, nigga I'ma blast your teamI got plastic milk jugs full of gasolineFour-fours bark loud, you layin in heavenWhile your moms and your pops in deep clouds of depressionI turn your head into pasta, and baked zuchinniLike that bitch did that rasta in "New Jack City"In broad daylight, you better think twiceOr that thing on your hip nigga better spray right
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]It's a niiiiiiiine, it's a nineThere's a clip in the nine, bullet in the clipBullet in the chamber, round on the groundAnd that's why homicide all aroundIt's a hole, it's a holeIt's a hole in his head, hole in his legHole in his pants, holes everywhereAnd that's why homicide all aroundIt's a body, it's a bodyIt's a body in a drop, body on the blockBody uptown, body downtownAnd that's why homicide all around
[Tony Yayo]Feelin to fuckin kill somebody right now nigga, fuck!Got a SHITLOAD of guns right now niggaHomicide come around I'm gone niggaWhen you see them suits and tiesYou best to believe I did that to you niggaMatter of fact I didn't do that to youHuh, c'mon man, shit is real manThis is for them niggaz - fuck yo listen lemme tell you somethinDon't run up on no whipJust run up on a nigga and blow his fuckin brains outThat's what, that's gangsta nigga - you hear me?Don't fuckin run up on a whip and spray somethinLemme see you, shoot a nigga brains outand stand there for two minutes, and then run, motherfucker!
[Tony Yayo]Cocksucker this ain't rap, check my rap sheetsI feed you to the rats with peanut butter on yo' feet44 bulldog, get money hustle hardSo the feds want my face on that damn number cardI drag you in your elevator, hit the stop buttonSo when I pop somethin they can't fingerprint nothinI help you wit'cho bitch, I'm lovin your dameShoot her ass and her heart, hit her jugular veinNiggaz talk it they don't live it, these niggaz is buttGo through they projects and they jewels is tuckedI'm in apartment 4B, wipin down the llamaWith two freaks kissin like, Britney and MadonnaAnd you know how I ride when the beef is onPull up, LA LA like Jamaican songs
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]It's a niiiiiiiine, it's a nineThere's a clip in the nine, bullet in the clipBullet in the chamber, round on the groundAnd that's why homicide all aroundThere's a hole, there's a holeThere's a hole in his head, hole in his legHole in his pants, holes everywhereAnd that's why homicide all aroundThere's a body, there's a bodyThere's a body in a drop, body in a lotBody uptown, body downtownAnd that's why homicide all around
[Tony Yayo]I'm in that brand new Range; when I pull up kidI turn your brains into red concrete stainsThat's the beauty of gruesome violenceI'm loudmouth nigga but my Ruger silentSun-up, sundown, my fishscale moveAnd if a nigga wanna stop it he gon' be fish foodYeah Yayo rhyme but I murk a personAnd when your mind leave your body your spirit is soul searchinGas your team, nigga I'ma blast your teamI got plastic milk jugs full of gasolineFour-fours bark loud, you layin in heavenWhile your moms and your pops in deep clouds of depressionI turn your head into pasta, and baked zuchinniLike that bitch did that rasta in "New Jack City"In broad daylight, you better think twiceOr that thing on your hip nigga better spray right
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]It's a niiiiiiiine, it's a nineThere's a clip in the nine, bullet in the clipBullet in the chamber, round on the groundAnd that's why homicide all aroundIt's a hole, it's a holeIt's a hole in his head, hole in his legHole in his pants, holes everywhereAnd that's why homicide all aroundIt's a body, it's a bodyIt's a body in a drop, body on the blockBody uptown, body downtownAnd that's why homicide all around
[Tony Yayo]Feelin to fuckin kill somebody right now nigga, fuck!Got a SHITLOAD of guns right now niggaHomicide come around I'm gone niggaWhen you see them suits and tiesYou best to believe I did that to you niggaMatter of fact I didn't do that to youHuh, c'mon man, shit is real manThis is for them niggaz - fuck yo listen lemme tell you somethinDon't run up on no whipJust run up on a nigga and blow his fuckin brains outThat's what, that's gangsta nigga - you hear me?Don't fuckin run up on a whip and spray somethinLemme see you, shoot a nigga brains outand stand there for two minutes, and then run, motherfucker!
