Homicidal Ride lyrics

[Verse 1: Project Pimp]
Load that .44, get yo' mask
(?) mad as f*ck, mane, I finna kick sum ass
Rollin' deep, lookin' good, loced out in yo' neighbourhood
Nothin' but bullet lead shot at yo' head, b*tch, I thought you understood
Jumpin' up out the f*ckin' car, shootin' at 'em, tryna kill 'em dead
See ya hangin' up out the roof, T Dog makin' 'em eat sum lead
Gangsta D stomp the gas, (?) they f*ckin' blood
(?) as I head to the Hill, b*tch, you know it ain't no love
Havin' thoughts of them hoes, mane, that hit was funny as hell
But I think (?)
Burnin' yawk hot to my skin (?) got them tricks in the morgue
(?) .44 hollow points spray (?) in yo' head
Blood spill (?)
Headed back to the funeral home, all I see is blood and tears
(?) I'm hangin' up outta that Chevy, I'm blastin', harassin'
These n*ggas that's constantly runnin' they die, victim of a homicide

[Verse 2: Mac T Dog]
Jump into the monkey suit, tie up my boot, slippin' on them (?) gloves
(?) blunt that I had from last night (?) .38 slug
c*ck it back, put it on my waistline, headed out the front do', hoe
4 Corner n*ggas in the junt for the '95, knockin' on yo' do' like death, though
(?) blastin' at yo' funky ass
(?) puttin' you b*tches in a bodybag
(?) leavin' you b*tches stankin', body hangin', ho'
What's up to my n*ggas, spankin' in 201 on the second flo'
Buck these b*tches, buck these b*tches 'cause you know we strapped like (?)
Beatin' these bustas down to the ground, hollow points makin' these tricks take a nap
Step to the hood, you gon' die (?) up in a line of fire
4 Corner n*gga (?) a homicidal ride
[Verse 3: Project Pimp]
Duck and dodge, scared to die, Project Pimp a psycho thug
(?) shootin' that thang, have ya feelin' burnin' pains
In yo' chest, chop you up, hit you like a f*ckin' crash
Hollow point turn up and break through yo' lungs, comin' up out yo' f*ckin' ass
Runnin' yo' mouth, makin' me click, 'bout to get yo' c-izz-ap peeled
Now you on the ground, meetin' yo' death, f*ckin' with the f*ckin' Hill
(?) hollow point (?) finna pull yo' f*ckin' card
(?) the rest of the Hill, had to call my n*gga (?)
(?) up in this b*tch
Infrared scopin' yo' ass with a beam, time to plot a f*ckin' scheme
Chillin' with my n*gga Lil Tommy, Princess Loko, T Dog, n*gga
Straight from the mothaf*ckin' Hill but I'm also down with the mothaf*ckin' 4 Corner killas

[Verse 4: Mac T Dog]
Beat a b*tch to the flo', (?) 4 Corners, ho'
(?) river, tied up in a (?)
.45 Glock hollow points pop, tearin' off you biches face
Now yo' f*ckin' casket closed (?)
4 Corners Clique so damn thick (?) one of you b*tch-ass boys
Makin' all these sucka bustas, neighbourhood (?)
Mac T Dog finna click with that tizzy TEC-9
Bullets rippin' through yo' chest, rotatin' to yo' f*ckin' spine
If you ain't down with the damn sh*t trick, watch yo' ass gon' die
T Dog on a mission b*tch 'cause it's just a homicidal ride