Scotty Cain - Homicide lyrics

(Verse 1) In my hood you gone blow or you gone end up dead I say this street sh** ain't no joke You better use yo' head n***a make yo' money [?] told me get my bread My n***a put his trust up in a b**h and now he dead All my n***as tellin me I need to chill My momma say stay out them streets She pray I dont get k**ed Can't trust no n***a or no b**h no they don't keep it real I'm scarred for life ya I stay with it b**h I shoot to k** P I put that on Lil Dave I'll murk one of these n***as I'm rollin 'round I'm just waiting on you n***as When I spot you b**h I got you I been waitin on you n***as Ima hop out wit that 4 pound. Ima bang it til [?] We gone stick the plug Come out with that spider Ridin 'round with that rifle This b**h here be the discipher Say Im walking with my 40 This b**h got alotta bodies NBA that be the gang whole clique full of robbers (Hook) I'll rob the whole city 'fore I go broke Ima die for my respect now tell me what you'll die for b**h its up there when I catch you boy you better have that iron And n***a when I see you it's gon' be a Homicide n***a Yeah its gon' be a homicide p**y n***a when I catch you its gon' be a homicide (Its gon' be a murder) Yeah its gon' be a homicide p**y n***a when I catch you its gon' be a homicide (Verse 2: Scotty Cain) Look I been blockin with this draco trynna merk one of you n***as Mac 11 burst b**h its a t-shirt with yo' picture Catch you up the Glock and wave I got a cake bake for you n***as Up the chopper drill 'em and make sure ima k** 'em Drum on the Glock I squeeze this b**h and smush yo' sh** flat f** a n***a if I jacked you you can't get yo' sh** back. (OOh no) I'm with that n***a Homicide. If you come get back If im in it im comin or ima send that n***a know what it is Ima slang this b**h I catch a n***a slippin n***as been trippin lately So I keep extentions Better bounce out or this cake cutter gon' bounce you when it hit you Tell yo' family get some tissue You b**h you MAFIA (Hook) (Verse 2: NBA Youngboy) Hold on b**h get yo' mind right Don't talk to me like I'm a child Pull up on side em at the red light and imam open fire Countin money for my n***as You know tell em free Lil [?] Catch that p**y n***a who k**ed Lil Dave and he gotta die We know that the [?] team after us Call my phone, yea I got it ima bag it up p**y n***a run up in this b**h and ima bag 'em up I say we ridin 'round with that cutter ain't no smashing us Youngboy be the name (Youngboy be the name) NBA be the gang Jump up out the whip and spray this b**h without no aim Motha' f** you choose the wrong gang (Hook)