Homicide Lyrics - Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon - Tony Yayo

Turn me up in them fuckin' headphones 

Real quick, man, I'm feelin' to body this track 

And body a nigga when I get the fuck outta here, man 

Cocksucker, this ain't rap, check my rap sheets 

I feed you to the rats with peanut butter 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 button 

So when I pop somethin', they can't fingerprint nothin' 

I hope 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 

And you know how I ride when the beef is on 

Pull up, la la like Jamaican songs 

It's a nine, 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 

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 

Sunup, sundown, my fish scale move 

And if a nigga 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, nigga, 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 zucchini 

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 

It's a nine, 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 

Feelin' to fuckin' kill somebody right now, nigga, fuck! 

Got a shit load 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 

C'mon man, shit is real, man 

This is for them, niggaz that 

Fuck you, 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? 

Don't fuckin' run up on a whip and spray somethin' 

Lemme see you, shoot a nigga brains out 

And stand there for two minutes 

And then run, motherfucker