Tony Yayo - 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***a when I get the f** outta here man [Tony Yayo] co*ks**er this ain't rap, check my rap sheets I feed you to the rats with peanut bu*ter on yo' feet 44 bulldog, get money hustle hard So the feds want my face on that damn number card I drag you in your elevator, hit the stop bu*ton So when I pop somethin they can't fingerprint nothin I help you wit'cho b**h, I'm lovin your dame Shoot her a** and her heart, hit her jugular vein n***az talk it they don't live it, these n***az is bu*t Go through they projects and they j**els 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***a but my Ruger silent Sun-up, sundown, my fishscale move And if a n***a 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***a 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**h did that rasta in "New Jack City" In broad daylight, you better think twice Or that thing on your hip n***a 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 k** somebody right now n***a, f**! Got a sh*tLOAD of guns right now n***a Homicide come around I'm gone n***a When you see them suits and ties You best to believe I did that to you n***a Matter of fact I didn't do that to you Huh, c'mon man, sh** is real man This is for them n***az - f** yo listen lemme tell you somethin Don't run up on no whip Just run up on a n***a and blow his f**in brains out That's what, that's gangsta n***a - you hear me? Don't f**in run up on a whip and spray somethin Lemme see you, shoot a n***a brains out and stand there for two minutes, and then run, motherf**er!