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Homicide Man
51 June
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Murder, murder
(Real Nitti baby)
Oh, Hicks made this shit
Murder, murder
Daddy, I love you, I been crying
Murder, murder
They gon' try to tell me I ain't, I ain't that nigga, no
Murder, murder
But I'm one of Jesus' soldiers, promise
Daddy, I love you, I been crying
See, after everything we been through
I would think that you would be right here with me
Ain't talk to you in months and it's been killing me
I sat and talked with mama, but it don't look like she feeling me
No, I don't need no compliments or sympathy
Glock in these Amiris, ain't no stock in this Glock 23 (Let's go)
No Dr. Dre, but tell the opps that we ain't Mr. B (Let's go)
I'ma wipe his face, I'm tryna pop him and his memory (Bop)
Daddy, did you fail me as a father 'cause I'm in these streets?
Or is this the life I chose to live?
They abused the love I chose to give
Hopped in that water and chose to swim
Got my bandana like Soulja Slim
Pull up in Phantoms, they know it's them
I'm feeling feelings in Fours the Rim
Because of my pain, you know I'm a gangster
But I can't hold in him (I just can't do it)
You know the moon shine for the sun
If they seen where I been, they'll see I won (For real)
Ain't no competition, my nigga, I'm your son
Remember when I had you by my side
I ain't had that since I was young (Since I was five)
But don't say that without the one (I'm the one)
My jacket consist of robberies, pistols, and murder
I'm the realest nigga, you heard of since Pac
I got niggas screaming out from the streets to the cell block
You bitch, you junior, and them niggas gon' get you
Now watch me pull up in that drop quick
Chopsticks, run in, we gon' pop him
Wiggin' off a Wock' pint, I been on a Wock' binge
He ain't one of my kind, nigga, we are not friends
Call me homicide guy, call me homicide man
Now watch me pull up in that drop quick
Chopsticks, run in, we gon' pop him
Wiggin' off a Wock' pint, I been on a Wock' binge
He ain't one of my kind, nigga, we are not friends
Call me homicide guy, call me homicide man
I fuck with pay me what he owe a bitch, it's up in blood (Let's go)
My day one went in there and told, now I can't fuck with cuz
I told myself that I ain't know him and fuck what it was
I seen that murder what she wrote and I just tore it up (Jody)
These niggas know they can't approach me, so they throwing slugs (Shh)
These niggas act like they some coaches
They keep throwing subs (Bitch ass)
I found a hole inside the O and then I sewed it up (21st)
And if you banging on that North, lil' nigga, throw it up (21st)
I throw it up
My jacket consist of robberies, pistols, and murder
I'm the realest nigga, you heard of since Pac
I got niggas screaming out from the streets to the cell block
You bitch, you junior, and them niggas gon' get you
Now watch me pull up in that drop quick
Chopsticks, run in, we gon' pop him
Wiggin' off a Wock' pint, I been on a Wock' binge
He ain't one of my kind, nigga, we are not friends
Call me homicide guy, call me homicide man
Now watch me pull up in that drop quick
Chopsticks, run in, we gon' pop him
Wiggin' off a Wock' pint, I been on a Wock' binge
He ain't one of my kind, nigga, we are not friends
Call me homicide guy, call me homicide man
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Call me homicide guy, call me homicide man
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