“Homicide”
Late night we was ridin out we opp fishin, we the flyest so we ain’t worried bout no competition

On the block stay w then poles and we got chicken ,Run down reach for my neck ima have to blick him

Back seat w tinted windows can’t catch me slippin Gsc free dour bol he always crippin

Last nigga wan diss on me he end up limpin, young bol used to watch unc cook in that kitchen




Homicide, I done made a couple niggas mamas cry, pussy bol stop bitchin put the bred inside; this my only shot I call it do it die

Choppa hit a nigga singin la da da, you know where we at we posted up at Hyde

Me and Terrance back to back like Bonnie Clyde, me and Terrance back to back like Bonnie Clyde