Turn me up in them ***in' headphones

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

And body a nigga when I get the *** 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 ***in' kill somebody right now, nigga, ***!

Got a *** 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, *** is real, man

This is for them, niggaz that *** you, listen, lemme tell you somethin'

Don't run up on no whip

Just run up on a nigga and blow his ***in' brains out

That's what, that's gangsta, nigga, you hear me? Don't ***in' 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, mother***er