Homicide

My mama called me on the phone tonight

She said, "Little boy, you ain't living right"

I'm used to hitting licks to get me right

So I got to keep a pistol on my side

And if you run up on me, it's a homicide

Put that on my woedie, cause he down to ride

When you come around me, boy you know the vibes

Who gone be there for me when it's time to slide?

Who gone be there for me when it's time to slide?

Who gone be there for me when it's time to slide?

When I was walking, they ain't offer rides