Tony Yayo 02 - Homicide Lyrics

[Intro: Tony Yayo]
Turn me up in them f___in headphones real quick man
I'm feelin to body this track
and body a n____ when I get the f___ outta here man

[Tony Yayo]
c___sucker this ain't rap, check my rap sheets
I feed you to the rats with peanut b___er on yo' feet
44 bulldog, get money hustle hard
So the feds want my face on that d___ number card
I drag you in your elevator, hit the stop b___on
So when I pop somethin they can't fingerprint nothin
I help you wit'cho b____, I'm lovin your dame
Shoot her a__ and her heart, hit her jugular vein
n____z talk it they don't live it, these n____z is b___
Go through they projects and they jewels is tucked
I'm in apartment 4B, wipin down the llama
With two freaks kissin like, Britney and Madonna
And you know how I ride when the beef is on
Pull up, LA LA like Jamaican songs

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
It's a niiiiiiiine, it's a nine
There's a clip in the nine, bullet in the clip
Bullet in the chamber, round on the ground
And that's why homicide all around
There's a hole, there's a hole
There's a hole in his head, hole in his leg
Hole in his pants, holes everywhere
And that's why homicide all around
There's a body, there's a body
There's a body in a drop, body in a lot
Body uptown, body downtown
And that's why homicide all around

[Tony Yayo]
I'm in that brand new Range; when I pull up kid
I turn your brains into red concrete stains
That's the beauty of gruesome violence
I'm loudmouth n____ but my Ruger silent
Sun-up, sundown, my fishscale move
And if a n____ wanna stop it he gon' be fish food
Yeah Yayo rhyme but I murk a person
And when your mind leave your body your spirit is soul searchin
Gas your team, n____ I'ma blast your team
I got plastic milk jugs full of gasoline
Four-fours bark loud, you layin in heaven
While your moms and your pops in deep clouds of depression
I turn your head into pasta, and baked zuchinni
Like that b____ did that rasta in "New Jack City"
In broad daylight, you better think twice
Or that thing on your hip n____ better spray right

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
It's a niiiiiiiine, it's a nine
There's a clip in the nine, bullet in the clip
Bullet in the chamber, round on the ground
And that's why homicide all around
It's a hole, it's a hole
It's a hole in his head, hole in his leg
Hole in his pants, holes everywhere
And that's why homicide all around
It's a body, it's a body
It's a body in a drop, body on the block
Body uptown, body downtown
And that's why homicide all around

[Tony Yayo]
Feelin to f___in kill somebody right now n____, f___!
Got a s___LOAD of guns right now n____
Homicide come around I'm gone n____
When you see them suits and ties
You best to believe I did that to you n____
Matter of fact I didn't do that to you
Huh, c'mon man, s___ is real man
This is for them n____z - f___ yo listen lemme tell you somethin
Don't run up on no whip
Just run up on a n____ and blow his f___in brains out
That's what, that's gangsta n____ - you hear me?
Don't f___in run up on a whip and spray somethin
Lemme see you, shoot a n____ brains out
and stand there for two minutes, and then run, m_________er!