Lyrics:
'Do Not Cross', they found his corpse
in the loft with the head cut off, and butt naked
Homicide the crime Method, add another
killer verse
found his corpse
In the loft with the head cut off, and butt naked
Homicide the crime method, add another
Killer verse to the murder record, the grand
I rather roll by myself, I rather smoke by myself
Why would I put my trust in you, when I cant trust myself
I rather be a dead than a broke nigga
I
Makin' both of us targets
So I pull him, tell him on some deep shit
Try to school 'em
We already lost niggas by how we was movin'
We still livin'
But our
jacks for my figures
Plus I live by the trigger and I ride for my niggas
On all-gold twisters on a front and back Caddy
Every broad in they ghetto wish
a riffle down your throat and slap your tonsils
I'll make you suck the barrel feel this homicide carrol
I'm straight sick just like syphlis on a dick
(steer)
Lord if you hear me, steer
I think I need to resign feeling right
My conscious is at easy saying live your life
Got everything I ain't miss much,
to war, Godbless Rita
Got shot by mistake
Niggas got knocked by them Jakes
Homicide suit and tie cops, Mayor Koch
Screams in rage niggas so thugs got pit's
Life despised, Life denied
Live through homicide
[chorus]
Triggered aggression
Destroy to purify
Violent catharsis
Apocalypse inside
Driven by
Grabbed his iron, it was time to ride for
Multiple homicides, taking lives for
He's dead and gone, the next man's deep inside
Check one-two, I
This for the ones
(Never had none and never been bought)
Live by the gun
(Die by the gun, rifle sun)
Grind for the Ghost
(World for my girl,
on three homicides (murder)
It look like a dealership when I slide
Rolls' and Lambs popping outside
Hi-Tech red, he bought it by the pack
I fired up
the years (God) and shed so many tears
God, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears
Lord knows I.. tried, been a witness to homicide
Seen drive-by
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by
Don’t Shoot
Ho Ho
Don’t shoot
These racist cops have got to go
(Black Lives Matter)
No Justice
No Peace
No Justice
No Peace
I’m chasing this dream
While
jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you,
Attitude of fuck you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool,
The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun
lives
I just want you all to realize
That all evil speech will ruin lives
Verse 2
You know we're to be a light to all the nations and a guide guide
By
million dollar pad
Thatâ??s money over hoes with big tits and ass
I like to lounge on my yacht
And count money by the blocks
Million dollars in crates
and laughter
Homicide is humor and nigga you looking funny
Women love to stare cause they know they see the money
I open up my mind by opening bank accounts
but somehow I got by.
Creflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write,
Dat may why
and
Step out my groove and let out my tools
The hammer kill, the hammer
Will make you stop
Drop and roll like you slipped
On a banana peel
Live by the code
to homicide
My city's full of gangbangers and drive-by's
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so young
But still a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories
And Lord knows I tried
Been a witness to homicide
Seen drive-by's takin' lives, little kids die
Wonder why as I walk by
Broken hearted as I glance
And hide, but he got knocked by the homicide
And this happens everyday around my way
So I pray that I can live another day
Wassup, Wu Tang Clan in here
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