Turn me up in them ***kin' hea**hones
Real quick, man, I'm feelin' to body this track
And body a ***** when I get the ***k outta here, man

****sucker, this ain't rap, check my rap sheets
I feed you to the rats with peanut butter on yo' feet
44 bulldog, get money hustle hard
So the feds want my face on that damn number card

I drag you in your elevator, hit the stop button
So when I pop somethin', they can't fingerprint nothin'
I hope you wit'cho *****, I'm lovin' your dame
Shoot her *** and her heart, hit her jugular vein

*****z talk it, they don't live it, these *****z is butt
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, ***** but my Ruger silent

Sunup, sundown, my fish scale move
And if a ***** 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, *****, 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 ***** did that rasta in New Jack City
In broad daylight, you better think twice
Or that thing on your hip ***** 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 ***kin' kill somebody right now, *****, ***k!
Got a **** load of guns right now, *****
Homicide, come around, I'm gone, *****
When you see them suits and ties

You best to believe I did that to you, *****
Matter of fact, I didn't do that to you
C'mon man, **** is real, man
This is for them, *****z that

***k you, listen, lemme tell you somethin'
Don't run up on no whip
Just run up on a ***** and blow his ***kin' brains out
That's what, that's gangsta, *****, you hear me?

Don't ***kin' run up on a whip and spray somethin'
Lemme see you, shoot a ***** brains out
And stand there for two minutes
And then run, mother***ker