Homicide

My nigga Lay, nigga Kray, Bizzy and Merk
We finna kill 'em, then we hit 'em with these double ninety-nine (Ninety-nine, ninety-nine)
My nigga Lay, nigga Kray, Bizzy and Merk
We finna kill 'em, then we hit 'em with these double ninety-nine (Ninety-nine, ninety-nine)

Please, tell me what the fuck is the problem? I'll keep on chuggin' this bottle until this shit get violent
It's red rum when I'm dumpin' these hollows and it get stuck in ya noggin' and everything go silent
Vroom vroom, I pull up in the Audi and I start dumpin' the bodies until they all start pilin'
Who knew I'm in front of ya body with a slug in a shotty, tell 'em all to come outside then
Who want the smoke?
I ain't into beefin' on the internet
I'd rather fill your crew up with holes
Don't get too comfortable 'cause when I get to cookin I'm lookin' to turn it up until I blew up the stove
So just do what you're told, I grew up a screw up
My crew will come chew up who you love the most
Bitch, I grew up on Bone
Thugs-N-Harmony so I threw up a toast til I puke up Patron like woah
Welcome to the scene of the crime
Please, don't make me turn this heat up on this beef, I'ma ride
I'ma different kind of demon, you can see in my eyes
I'm beatin' the odds, I'm comin' for the piece of my pie
I had to reinvent the scene so I could keep it alive
So, I could promise, you don't want to meet the creature inside
I think I need to take a breather, I'ma leave it behind
Or I'ma blow your brains and get a piece of your mind (Ouch)

I'm still bumpin' that Bone, Bone, Bone
You get a headshot to your dome, dome, dome
I did all this by my own, own, own
So, please stay the fuck out of my zone, zone, zone
I'm still yellin' Mo' Murda' at Tha Crossroads
Foe tha Love of Money, you get shot on your walk home
All I need's Thug Luv like Pac, though
2021, yellin', "Free El Chapo"

Somebody better tell them ain't nobody fuckin' with Bone
You motherfuckers can't do nothin' with Bone
The real men here, we done heard enough of you hoes
It's a lot of you niggas never get on
I'ma expose you niggas, I done told you niggas
It's a lot of talent but they ain't even close to a nigga
They know rhythm but the real creators of originality
Kill 'em is they mentality, beat 'em to reality
is non-existent, I'm consistent
I'm convinced I'm the illest around
That nigga flow goes miles and distance, style relentless
Sound distinguished, my niggas can vouch
I tell 'em ain't no competition, I figured 'em out
It ain't too much that none them niggas about
Legendary big and don't even need the clout
Think of a reason to doubt, never no reason to lie
slide in the house while bloody murda on you
Tell them to never come back 'round here no more
Or it's gon' get ugly
Can't touch me, untouchable
Spit at you, I ain't got to get at you
I been at you, nigga

No matter what, I keep havin' nightmares
When drama pop off and I'll be right there
It's about to be a homicide
Fuck around and die
It's about to be a homicide
It's about to be a homicide

L-Burna
Who up to challenges us? You up the cameras
Got a call for work so I flew up to Canada
Known to put in work I got the stamina
The 1st through the 31st, I'm rollin' up the cannabis
Operatin' at an all-time high
Middle fingers to the sky and I'm all the time high
Never been a small guy, they demand I supply
From Japan to the Y, I command niggas right
Get acquainted with the five-star General
The pictures that I paint, they define fine criminals
Victory is owed, I survive by miracles
At 50 years old, I'ma fly 'cause I'm lyrical
I'm from the same vein is made of
Still the chain gang, ain't nobody fade us
I earn to maintain, greatest
Game never change and Bone still creative

I make a nigga get cocky, you a bitch? You unbox me
Do what I wanna, you finna get a pump in your face
I'm thuggin' and buggin', you stupid motherfucker, you ain't
Remember me? I'm on the Art of War with no paint on my face
They can't rap with me
Actually, dastardly, bastard
The master, the cash, fill it faster and faster
The alpha revolver, with .38. I plaster you niggas
I know tips
I'm the GOAT, don't ask me anything, I spoke
I wish a nigga would test my bag
'Cause little Bizzy, he be always ready to bust down
Always got a gun
You bitch, nigga, that's my swag
A nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
'nother motherfucker let me give it a win
For another motherfuck up again, I fuck up again
company rappin' again
Everybody, anybody know I pull out my pen
of hard time to catch a fade in my prime
But I made it, I grind

My niggas always on time
My nigga Lay, Nigga Kray, Bizzy and Merk
We finna kill 'em, then we hit 'em with these double ninety-nine (Ninety-nine, ninety-nine)
My nigga Lay, Nigga Kray, Bizzy and Merk
We finna kill 'em, then we hit 'em with these double ninety-nine (Ninety-nine, ninety-nine)

No matter what, I keep havin' nightmares
When drama pop off and I'll be right there
It's about to be a homicide
Fuck around, walk and die
It's about to be a homicide
It's about to be a homicide

Be a homicide
You walk or die
Be a homicide
Homicide
'Bout to be a homicide
Walk or die
Be a homicide
It's about to be a homicide



Credits
Writer(s): Cole Stevenson, Craig Lanciani, Nathan Down, Steven Howse, Bryon Mccane, Tim Schoegje, Anthony Henderson
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