HOMICIDE Lyrics

Bust out a 4 door

Hop out with .44s

Never take more more

I'm on the score board

Balling like A.D.

Look at my chain and look at my wrist

Hop on the jet I need an assist

Killas and shooters fit right in the click

Writing down names like writing down list

I got some scores to settle

Mainly people who don't know better

See I've been dodging the fakes and trusting the few

Every day I got nothing to loose

Praying and hoping the God will provide

Stick to the plan and stick to his side

Angles and Demons are fighting inside of me

I gotta fight for survival and fight for the few

All of my people right here in the booth

Making my way out the gums like a tooth

Rappers these days they got a sweet tooth

Cavities caused by snitches and fakes

Leading to downfall and lead to destruction

Keeping my circle tight like its a noose

Yeah keeping my circle tight like its a noose

Uh

Homicide all my homies ride

Never Trust the fakes it could lead to your demies

Yeah

Uh

Homicide all my homies ride

Never Trust the fakes it could lead to your demies

Yeah

Hop out and pop pop pop pop pop my shit

Broke ass need me some Dior on my wrist

Every day I'm dreaming bout big pimpin shit

Yeah, uh

What if I die tonight

What will my legacy

I gotta feed my family and friends

I gotta be in the streets

I gotta feed the streets

So that the dogs could eat

No one else is on my level

Pulling strings like I'm Gepetto

Yeah

Uh

Homicide all my homies ride

Never Trust the fakes it could lead to your demies

Yeah

Uh

Homicide all my homies ride

Never Trust the fakes it could lead to your demies

Yeah

Huh, Yeah

Hitting mofos

Take some shelter yeah

Uh, Uh

Homicide all my homies ride

Never trust the fakes they could lead to your demies

Yeah