Homicide

[Intro]

What kind of nigga run his strap with no gat (You)

Shake his man hand and stab him in the back (You)

Then catch a little case and turn it into a rat (You)

Comfortable with the beefin as long as it's on wax

What kind of nigga hits the precinct bitchin (You)

Spend all his hard earned money on a chicken (You)

When they lookin' for juxes guess who they pickin (You)

And if (Yea) you talk 'bout (Yea) us guess (Yea) who they stickin' (You) (Yea)

[Verse]

Look I could spot a fraud

So don't try and bluff me, trust me we run New York longer than Puffy

These rap niggas pretend that they like me until they bent out they cycle

My words touch the kids like Michael

Niggas don't understand 'till we be on they vest pass

Or we wire they jaw like the Kanye West crash

We got the ratchets tucked

I'm from the hood where we was cold and it was the winter

Niggas had to put the plastic up

I'm blowin bubble gum dro and you a bum on the road

The type nigga you pay to shovel your snow

Stop thinkin you the Man Of Steel

'Cause the cannon will take your legs right from under ya

Like banana peel

I get at my hand on chill, the wheel won't stay still, your boy's smoother than the OJ kill, for real

The Queens know I'm a problem as well as the Bronx

BK, Long, Staten Island and Harlem, I blew the game open

Came a long way from the train smokin'

A nigga switchin' in ya lane smoke him

I keep the lames hopin'

The dames wishin', my chain glisten

High as hell so I ain't got to feel plane twistin', drunk off the Louey 3

A nigga violate me, you get a gooey tee

Word to Huey P

You can't go cop chinchilla with thin scrilla

And I ain't just get hot nigga I been iller

We ain't the same either, don't try to play or push me

Difference is I make pussy pay, you pay for pussy (Yea)

And you ain't really ready for war my side is bigger (Yea)

I put a patch on your eye like a pirate nigga

I'm in a class of my own, got model ass on my phone, no problem passin 'em on, they swallow fast and I'm gone

B-A-N-K- dollar sign, click, clack

The young gorilla out the clique's, back, yeah!

[Chorus]

There's a lot of foul shit going on 'round here

Keep ya guards up 'cause niggas ain't playin' fair (Nah)

But if you scared of a collision nigga run and hide

'Cause if them gunnas ride it'll be a hom-i-cide

Niggas is droppin' like flies out here (Uh huh)

Even a punk'll pop a nigga outta fear (Yea)

So if you scared of a collision nigga run and hide

'Cause if them gunnas ride it'll be a hom-i-cide

[Outro]

Yeahhhhhh

I'm so sorry

Ha ha

The Hunger For More

May 25th

The wait is over

Fuck all you niggas!