Homicide (feat. Cokeiiz)
Niggas be hatin', these bitches be shady
Not too many keepin' it real
I just be workin' and workin', I constantly work
If you look, you'll find me in the field
How does it feel when these niggas backstabbin' you
Poppin' they shit when they all in your grill
Ain't come here to play bitch, I stay out the way
In these murderous streets, it's kill or be killed
(Ooooooooo)
Hope it ain't no crazy night
(Ooooooooo)
Cause I'm not tryna take a life
(Ooooooooo)
Just know if I have to fight
(Ooooooooo)
Bitch it's gon be a homicide, homicide
Woke up early in the mornin'
Sun still down, I'm yawnin'
Brush my teeth, get goin'
Clocked in, to the money, I'm on it
These cops out here patrollin'
These niggas they so hungry
And this is the fourth quarter
Red zone, they out to score
(And yo da le)
Take a pic
I ain't talkin' camera flix
Either one of them can get you
Pray to God and hope they miss
It's you or me, or me or you
Or bitch it's us, and that's legit
Tryna take my family food
Yeah, that's the shit that'll get you hit
I'm a man, a true provider
No I don't claim to be a gangsta
I'm not tryna be a steppa
Play me funny, Imma spank ya
It's adios, it's sayonara
Chuck the deuce, and see you later
Control, alt, then delete cha
Send you straight up to your maker
Stand for mine, won't fall for nothin'
I ain't out here on no tough shit
You back me into a corner
You gon get what you got comin'
Stand for mine, won't fall for nothin'
Niggas really out here bluffin'
Try to take the shit I make
Yeah, you gon lay right where you walk
A homicide
Niggas be hatin', these bitches be shady
Not too many keepin' it real
I just be workin' and workin', I constantly work
If you look, you'll find me in the field
How does it feel when these niggas backstabbin' you
Poppin' they shit when they all in your grill
Ain't come here to play bitch, I stay out the way
In these murderous streets, it's kill or be killed
(Ooooooooo)
Hope it ain't no crazy night
(Ooooooooo)
Cause I'm not tryna take a life
(Ooooooooo)
Just know if I have to fight
(Ooooooooo)
Bitch it's gon be a homicide, homicide
Imma get some body bags
Gon be a body bag
Gotta be a stand up man
Like you made everybody laugh
Gotta read between the lines
I ain't wearin' no hockey mask
Gotta have that dog in you
And these niggas copycats
(Ooooooooo)
I see the fake disguise
(Ooooooooo)
You bet not play with life
(Ooooooooo)
Slim you gon have to fight
(Ooooooooo)
What you know bout sacrifice
Maximize every opportunity I got beside
They all cap, I'm all caps, I had to capitalize
Fuck wit me
Make sure that you cross your "T" and dot your "I"s
Who is you?
You can't walk in my shoe, my boy these not your size
Niggas be hatin', ain't nobody keepin' it trill
You can't even blame 'em, ain't nobody teachin' em real
Go get some paper, that hatin' ain't payin' the bills
They know what it is, every time they see me it's KILL
Niggas be hatin', these bitches be shady
Not too many keepin' it real
I just be workin' and workin', I constantly work
If you look, you'll find me in the field
How does it feel when these niggas backstabbin' you
Poppin' they shit when they all in your grill
Ain't come here to play bitch, I stay out the way
In these murderous streets, it's kill or be killed
(Ooooooooo)
Hope it ain't no crazy night
(Ooooooooo)
Cause I'm not tryna take a life
(Ooooooooo)
Just know if I have to fight
(Ooooooooo)
Bitch it's gon be a homicide, homicide
Not too many keepin' it real
I just be workin' and workin', I constantly work
If you look, you'll find me in the field
How does it feel when these niggas backstabbin' you
Poppin' they shit when they all in your grill
Ain't come here to play bitch, I stay out the way
In these murderous streets, it's kill or be killed
(Ooooooooo)
Hope it ain't no crazy night
(Ooooooooo)
Cause I'm not tryna take a life
(Ooooooooo)
Just know if I have to fight
(Ooooooooo)
Bitch it's gon be a homicide, homicide
Woke up early in the mornin'
Sun still down, I'm yawnin'
Brush my teeth, get goin'
Clocked in, to the money, I'm on it
These cops out here patrollin'
These niggas they so hungry
And this is the fourth quarter
Red zone, they out to score
(And yo da le)
Take a pic
I ain't talkin' camera flix
Either one of them can get you
Pray to God and hope they miss
It's you or me, or me or you
Or bitch it's us, and that's legit
Tryna take my family food
Yeah, that's the shit that'll get you hit
I'm a man, a true provider
No I don't claim to be a gangsta
I'm not tryna be a steppa
Play me funny, Imma spank ya
It's adios, it's sayonara
Chuck the deuce, and see you later
Control, alt, then delete cha
Send you straight up to your maker
Stand for mine, won't fall for nothin'
I ain't out here on no tough shit
You back me into a corner
You gon get what you got comin'
Stand for mine, won't fall for nothin'
Niggas really out here bluffin'
Try to take the shit I make
Yeah, you gon lay right where you walk
A homicide
Niggas be hatin', these bitches be shady
Not too many keepin' it real
I just be workin' and workin', I constantly work
If you look, you'll find me in the field
How does it feel when these niggas backstabbin' you
Poppin' they shit when they all in your grill
Ain't come here to play bitch, I stay out the way
In these murderous streets, it's kill or be killed
(Ooooooooo)
Hope it ain't no crazy night
(Ooooooooo)
Cause I'm not tryna take a life
(Ooooooooo)
Just know if I have to fight
(Ooooooooo)
Bitch it's gon be a homicide, homicide
Imma get some body bags
Gon be a body bag
Gotta be a stand up man
Like you made everybody laugh
Gotta read between the lines
I ain't wearin' no hockey mask
Gotta have that dog in you
And these niggas copycats
(Ooooooooo)
I see the fake disguise
(Ooooooooo)
You bet not play with life
(Ooooooooo)
Slim you gon have to fight
(Ooooooooo)
What you know bout sacrifice
Maximize every opportunity I got beside
They all cap, I'm all caps, I had to capitalize
Fuck wit me
Make sure that you cross your "T" and dot your "I"s
Who is you?
You can't walk in my shoe, my boy these not your size
Niggas be hatin', ain't nobody keepin' it trill
You can't even blame 'em, ain't nobody teachin' em real
Go get some paper, that hatin' ain't payin' the bills
They know what it is, every time they see me it's KILL
Niggas be hatin', these bitches be shady
Not too many keepin' it real
I just be workin' and workin', I constantly work
If you look, you'll find me in the field
How does it feel when these niggas backstabbin' you
Poppin' they shit when they all in your grill
Ain't come here to play bitch, I stay out the way
In these murderous streets, it's kill or be killed
(Ooooooooo)
Hope it ain't no crazy night
(Ooooooooo)
Cause I'm not tryna take a life
(Ooooooooo)
Just know if I have to fight
(Ooooooooo)
Bitch it's gon be a homicide, homicide
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Writer(s): Markee Brown
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