Lyrics:
It's a Homicide every time I get a beat
Fuck what they say, what they think, it's irrelevant
Nigga wanna fight, he gon' die, if he disrespect
Knew she
Loyalty is what i need by my side
If you need? Im slide!
Fwm Ride or Die!
I keep the 40 on me by my side
If its beef? Ima slide
Fwm Homicide!
Loyalty is
Keep a Glock on me cause we be wanted by so many men
Hallows in this 30 dick finna tear up all his ligaments
Aye, fuck with us his pants down, you
(Became a joke on the dunes)
Where rents are high
And seabirds cry
On the dunes
As you spoke you must have known
It was a kind of homicide
I stood
Blood spatter throughout the entire room
Virtue is choked out by foul ambition
Welcome to the killing room
Capricious malevolence
No body, no
Shorty got potential I could be her sponsor
Met her back stage at a summer jam concert
Hair like Rihanna shoe game was awesome
Could tell by her
on my hat in
Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
Drive by homicide
R.I.P. tats in Ol' English Westside 'til I die
Niggas pourin' out that Ol' English
me
By my side
By my side
Never fold
Never lie
Ima ride for mine
Lil homie don't you try
Run up
You get smoked
There's going be a homicide
Fleeing from
I’m that guy i feel like the red ranger
Homicide these niggas are in danger
By my side I got racks and containers
You could hide but my hittas are
losin' my mind I go Virginia Tech
I'm losin' faith lately
But they can't break me
I'm stressin' out daily homicide maybe
Always told ‘real recognize
you'd die
You a murderer, committin' homicides
Never tell the truth, I guess you realized
I guess you realized, I guess you realized
Call the coroner, am
the rain
Is it ever gon stop raining
ooooohhhhh
Take me to the sky
Treat it like your bride
Baby take your time
Baby take your time
Hoping homicide
but
In person get dipped
Designer Dope Boys everyday we be cakin'
View ain't talkin' 'bout Haitian
Homicide Boy by affiliation
(Homicide Homicide
"Baby take your time
Baby take your time
Take me to the sky
Treat it like your bride
Baby take your time
Baby take your time
Hoping homicide
I'm still standin' over the stove nigga
Clock work
We squeeze 'til it's empty nigga
I'm a real nigga, I play by the rules
Y'all some fake niggas,
Yea Yea
Trynna hustle with that pack
Trynna make that shit back yea yea
I'm surrounded by these niggas
And surrounded by these killers yea yea
Trynna
on me like a young O.G, I'm a classic man
Your needs get met by the street, elegant old-fashioned man
Yeah, baby, I'm a classic man
I burn through
gon' be a homicide 'bout me
Surrounded by this fake love
What's that? It's bad blood
How you with me when you fuck with bruh
What's that? That's
[Chorus]
California's the state where punk niggas die.
First thought be survival every mornin' when I rise.
So many murders and homicides in
a homicide
When I catch you nigga you gone die slow
The cutta on my side
Hit you by surprise
Hit you this motherfuckin' fo fo
Mind on the murder yeah murder
Colors of our skin got us all divided
They tell us that we equal but it's all biased
Abide by the laws and they use violence
Racist Police in
life
I can get you gone by tonight
All I gotta do is hit lil Moe line
And he gone mothafuckin ride
It ain't shit to mothafuckin slide
We out here hustlin
can think
See I been betrayed by the letters of love
I been betrayed by the letters of trust
I keep going back cause I can't get enough
I been
room for me
I be that pretty cancer rapping by the third degree
Drop bars that's gone murder by the first degree
Double homicide these hoes I don't burn
.JPG/220px-Cam'ron_2014_(portrait_crop).JPG "Camron")
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