Homicide lyrics

by

50 Cent


[Intro]
What kind of n*gga run his strap with no gat (You)
Shake his man hand and stab him in the back (You)
Then catch a little case and turn it into a rat (You)
Comfortable with the beefin as long as it's on wax
What kind of n*gga hits the precinct b*tchin (You)
Spend all his hard earned money on a chicken (You)
When they lookin' for juxes guess who they pickin (You)
And if (Yea) you talk 'bout (Yea) us guess (Yea) who they stickin' (You) (Yea)

[Verse]
Look I could spot a fraud
So don't try and bluff me, trust me we run New York longer than Puffy
These rap n*ggas pretend that they like me until they bent out they cycle
My words touch the kids like Michael
n*ggas don't understand 'till we be on they vest pass
Or we wire they jaw like the Kanye West crash
We got the ratchets tucked
I'm from the hood where we was cold and it was the winter
n*ggas had to put the plastic up
I'm blowin bubble gum dro and you a bum on the road
The type n*gga you pay to shovel your snow
Stop thinkin you the Man Of Steel
'Cause the cannon will take your legs right from under ya
Like banana peel
I get at my hand on chill, the wheel won't stay still, your boy's smoother than the OJ kill, for real
The Queens know I'm a problem as well as the Bronx
BK, Long, Staten Island and Harlem, I blew the game open
Came a long way from the train smokin'
A n*gga switchin' in ya lane smoke him
I keep the lames hopin'
The dames wishin', my chain glisten
High as hell so I ain't got to feel plane twistin', drunk off the Louey 3
A n*gga violate me, you get a gooey tee
Word to Huey P
You can't go cop chinchilla with thin scrilla
And I ain't just get hot n*gga I been iller
We ain't the same either, don't try to play or push me
Difference is I make pus*y pay, you pay for pus*y (Yea)
And you ain't really ready for war my side is bigger (Yea)
I put a patch on your eye like a pirate n*gga
I'm in a class of my own, got model ass on my phone, no problem passin 'em on, they swallow fast and I'm gone
B-A-N-K- dollar sign, click, clack
The young gorilla out the clique's, back, yeah!
[Chorus]
There's a lot of foul sh*t going on 'round here
Keep ya guards up 'cause n*ggas ain't playin' fair (Nah)
But if you scared of a collision n*gga run and hide
'Cause if them gunnas ride it'll be a hom-i-cide
n*ggas is droppin' like flies out here (Uh huh)
Even a punk'll pop a n*gga outta fear (Yea)
So if you scared of a collision n*gga run and hide
'Cause if them gunnas ride it'll be a hom-i-cide

[Outro]
Yeahhhhhh
I'm so sorry
Ha ha
The Hunger For More
May 25th
The wait is over
f*ck all you n*ggas!
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