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Verse 1
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[Intro: Tony Yayo]
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Turn me up in them fuckin headphones
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real quick man
I'm feelin to body this track
And body a nigga when I get the fuck
outta here man
[Tony Yayo] Cocksucker this ain't rap,
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check my rap sheets
Verse 2
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I feed you to the rats with peanut
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butter on yo' feet
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44 bulldog, get money hustle hard
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So the feds want my face on
that damn number card
I drag you in your elevator,
hit the stop button
So when I pop somethin they can't
fingerprint nothin
I help you wit'cho bitch,
I'm lovin your dame
Shoot her ass and her heart,
hit her jugular vein
Niggaz talk it they don't live it,
these niggaz is butt
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
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And you know how I ride
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when the beef is on
Pull up, LA LA like Jamaican
songs
Verse 3
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[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
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Hole in his pants,
holes everywhere
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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
Verse 4
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[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 nigga but my Ruger silent
Sun- up, sundown, my fishscale move
And if a nigga wanna stop
it he gon' be fish food
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Yeah Yayo rhyme but I murk
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a person
And when your mind leave your body
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your spirit is soul searchin
Gas your team, nigga I'ma blast your team
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I got plastic milk jugs full of gasoline
Four- fours bark loud, you layin in heaven
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While your moms and your pops
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in deep clouds of depression
I turn your head into pasta,
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and baked zuchinni
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Like that bitch did that rasta
in "New Jack City"
In broad daylight, you better think twice
Or that thing on your hip nigga better
spray right
Verse 5
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[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 fuckin kill somebody
Verse 6
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right now
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nigga, fuck!
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Got a SHITLOAD of guns
right now nigga
Homicide come around I'm gone nigga
When you see them suits and ties
You best to believe I did that
to you nigga
Matter of fact I didn't do that to you
Huh, c'mon man, shit is real man
This is for them niggaz - fuck yo
listen lemme tell you somethin
Don't run up on no whip
Just run up on a nigga and blow
his fuckin brains out
That's what,
that's gangsta nigga - you hear me?
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Don't fuckin run up on a whip
and spray somethin
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Lemme see you, shoot a nigga brains out
And stand there for two minutes,
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and then run, motherfucker!
Outro 1
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