Homicide

I'm not the strongest man in the world

I never said I was

But, I feel nothing and I respect all

And if you disrespecting

I'mma die 'bout it

(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'ma 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

Malcom X a religion but this ain't television

(Shoot 'em up)

Go watch the movie then come back

And try to tell me different

I swear to God, I miss my ****

Chest full of hate

Bullet in the chamber

Pull up and go, BANG

They doin' it for his kids, the ones they sure 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 this family

Should've flipped me, gotta teach the bitch that tried to get at me

Left my **** children on this earth to be bastards

Bitch, I'm up in the mornin' caught a slip, grip up on 'em

But at the red light, through the windshield

Knocked out all his components

(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'ma 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

Had do drawn down, lay the law down for a month straight

Ain't no sleeping, **** beefing, 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 and 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 thieving out that bitch

My decoy fight cause a distraction, leaving you leaking out that bitch

(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'ma 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