Homicide

First thing on my mind is that we gon get even
Loading my ammo, in no mood for speakin
They gunned my bro down, that shit was for no reason
I'm back on my bullshit, they woke up a demon

Hopped in the whip, you can hear tires screechin
At his mom house, we posted where you sleepin
Yamamoto got the stick, bet he bleed em
Know it's on sight, they left my niggah leakin

I'm gonna get him, no question about it
Downin this Henn, cuz my mental is crowded
Tears in my eyes, so my vision is clouded
I know I'll make it, but likely he doubted

We would pull up with a hostile intention
My dawg had kids, but nobody would mention
Who's gonna raise them and give that affection
I'll put his soul on permanent detention

Aim with a Wesson: my preference in weapon
Won't let me him shoot first, we gon teach him a lesson
Let off 2 shots, he got hit in his chest
He returned fire, but we're wearing vests

I ain't get hit, but I'm hopin he dies
I won't be pleased till his family cries
In a coffin, the last place that he lies
Dressed in a suit, got no fear in my eyes

It's Minamoto, got mafia ties
Take one of us, we take 8 of your guys
Been about action since 2005
When we pull up, I bet they stay inside

Set it on fire, since they wanna hide
It's a coincidence: no-one's alive
I got the drop of em, I'm gonna slide
Told em you test me, it's a homicide

Homicide Homicide, yuh
I'm just hoping that he dies, yuh
Homicide Homicide, yuh
Automatic when I slide, yuh
Homicide Homicide
Wanna see his momma cry, yuh
Homicide Homicide
Look a niggah in his eye, yuh