[Intro:] I'm not the strongest man in the world I never said I was But, I fear none and I respect all And if you disrespect it, I'm a die bout it
[Hook:] (Shoot em' up) In the ghetto where we all grind Sun up to sun down Hustle all night (Shoot em' up) Pressure on em, that's at all times Take one of mine then I'm a make sure that we all cry (one eighty seven) Homicide, Homicide (Shoot em' up) Pray that it don't be a homicide Homicide, Homicide (Shoot em' up) Pray that it don't be a homicide
[Verse 1:] Malcom X a religion but this ain't television Go watch the movie then come back and try to tell me different I swear to God I miss my nigga chest full of hate (I do) Bullet in the chamber, pull up and go BANG Doin' it for his kids the ones that Shud don't look after Watching the news in a foster home, they father was massacred In the hospital laid up inside my dick a decathetar Heal up and go kill up everything in his family Should've flipped me got to teach the bitch that tried to get at me Left my nigga children on this Earth to be bastards Bitch I'm up in the mornin', caught a slip, grip up on em' At the red light through the windshield knocked out all his components
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[Verse 2:] Had to draw down, lay the law down for a month straight Ain't no sleepin', nigga beefin', this a month straight Band-aids on my fingertips, with gloves on I clutch chrome Duct tape the bottom of my shoes, with the snub on Up it, spray it to the pavement you a blood donor Infrared, white shirt, red all the blood on it Throw a bag of drugs on you, for the crime scene Drug-related homicide, closed case, crime scene Extender stick out, BLICKA BLOCK and didn't dick off Thought that was your bitch she set you up, caught with your dick out Trail you to the club and catch you thievin' out that bitch My decoy fight cause a distraction leave you leakin' out that bitch
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