HOMICIDAL URGES ft. ALLEN GUN

Homicide, break a bitch, twist they arms and beat a snitch

Have these homicidal urges makes me wanna punch some shit

Comin up the neighborhood the taste of blood that sure is good

If you are lucky might escape but people locked up wish they could

We sucka punch them in they chest the money oughta pay itself

I hit them once they hit the wall and knock the pictures off the shelf

If they are strapped they think they smart but we are step ahead of them

Cuz plenty weapons in our pockets hit them with the pistol whip

Black out lose my own mind, runnin won't save your life

I've thought it out for a minute now and tricks like you just gotta die

That ego keep you safe, cause yo homies is some bitches too