Lyrics:
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
thing
Wyclef told me call 911
But who do you call when the ambulances don't come
Or watch as the ones sworn by law protect us
Wrongfully convict us
the club
Got my mind on danger, never been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of gang bangers and drive-bys
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so
homicide
Used to move with the Rupers
Talk shit, we'll shoot ya
At your dice game, rob ya for your moolah
It's like that cash rules everything
Fiends strung
the machine
Got this money up, with no caffeine
Prepare me is Kerosene struck by
A bunch of lightening
You looking at me then your sight seeing
And what that
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 at the chalk
got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown
Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin' daily with diplomats
See, me,
shout-out to my man
MC Homicide and DJ Fatal!
Twin one and two my man Milk!
My man Fred Dawg, the O.G.B. crew!
Y'all know how we flow
And I'm a drop it like
to start beef but spark trees, no cops rolling by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason, for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good
to start beef but spark trees, no cops rolling by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason, for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good
Dub-C I'm rich rollin', pistol holdin'
Pockets swoll nigga, that's how I'm rollin'
Put the flame to the killer, nigga
Worldwide homicide mob figure in
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
Look, homicide is illegal, death is a penalty
Never let go when you've got ahold of your enemy
Eagle claw cobra clutch by any means necessary
I'll
Dub-C I'm rich rollin', pistol holdin'
Pockets swoll nigga, that's how I'm rollin'
Put the flame to the killer, nigga
Worldwide homicide mob figure in
Look, homicide is illegal, death is a penalty
Never let go when you've got ahold of your enemy
Eagle claw cobra clutch by any means necessary
I'll
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
brother just got killed and I’m the one survived
They say if you live by the gun
You know how you dying
Imagine how i feel inside
Think about it everytime i
We're all looking for a Hail Mary
Don't you cry
Yeah you just gotta let me know
What time you need me by
Imagine if all of your problems
Could be
a little homicide
Fiddle with my fingers on the trigger pick out who to die
Should I hang him by the neck and frame a sudden suicide
Point the trigger
unsolved homicide
y'all don't want beef
No y'all don't want that
Get caught up in these streets
Get shot up by them heats
y'all don't want beef
No y'all
got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown
Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin' daily with diplomats
See, me,
told me all of this shit was beyond me (ooh-wee)
I seen homicides by way of drive-bys
Hoppin' on jets, funny how time flies
I got big shoes to fill,
long
When all these niggas went against me, it just made me strong
And I don't need nobody help, I do it by myself
Been takin' risks before the fame,
but it's still Eastside
Homicides didn't happen much, niggas wasn't rapping much
It's 99 nigga, shit, I know you strapping up
Hell motherfucking
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