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Ll Cool J

Homicide

  hip-hop  rap  hip hop  rnb  80s
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Текст песни Ll Cool J - Homicide

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This for my manyo... word up[Radio transmission]"I got a 187 on the corner of Farmers boulevard in Linden.""Uh, drug related?""The usual."I don`t mean this in a disrespectful wayBut Columbine happens in the ghetto every dayWhen the shit goes down y`all aint got nothing to say[Verse 1]He kicked the old lady`s door in, threw her on the floorChoked her to death so she don`t scream no moreHe need some white chocolate, he feel it in his bonesHe heard she refinanced and got a bank loanHe used to mow the lawn, take the garbage outNow she in the closet wit a sock in her mouthCopped a chain, copped some crillsCrack pipe in his windpipe, twistin like a drillRun around frontin, buyin his mens kicksGassed a broad up so she can help her rent a whipThe other killer peeped him out flashin a knotA well known murderer, check the ill plotCall up Corey Buns, get him on the blockNiggas gotta eat, plus he front alotHe came through, straight strip searchHe said I`m comin back, and I`ma put in workNiggas told him, ayo leave that shit aloneBut pride mixed with crack, had him in a zonePrepared for more shit than DependsEyes bloodshot through a Cardier lensNiggas said Buns came through lookin strangeYeah, Buns won`t stay in his laneAight, Buns want ghetto fameAnd caught two in the Ukraine at point blank rangeIt`s a, Homicide, just a Homicide [8X]I don`t mean this in a disrespectful wayBut Columbine happens in the ghetto every dayWhen the shit goes down y`all aint got nothing to say[Verse 2]Jamaician cat, real treacherousUsed to smuggle burners up from TexasHad the ill crib out in RosedaleTook the money from the trunk and copped a fishscaleChinese Jamacian, real pretty niggaLove puffin blunts, throwin bodies in the riverOne of the illest niggas that the world ever sawUsed to take loaded nines and throw `em on the floorHe was from Brooklyn, and I don`t know the blockI met him at the flicks he commented on my rocksWe rolled back to back, while I was slingin rapsHe was slingin crack, I was seventeen fascinated by the stacksRunnin with dangerous niggas and packin gatsUh, the shit thrill me, lookin so clean, and livin so filthyI heard his right hand man disappearedThey found his bike in the street somewhereConspiracy theories, niggas talkin shitSmall world, I was close to his right hand man`s chickShe kept beepin him he never called backWhen they found him in the trunk his body was jet blackPretty Jamacian kept doin his thingHim and his older brother got caught up in a stingOut on bail, pressure by the feds, he caught seven in the headWhat goes around, comes back aroundNigga rest in peace when they lay ya down[Radio transmission]"Uh, central, your assistance is requested we have a majorcrisis hereMrs. Winthrop`s cat is stuck in a tree.""Roger, a squad car is on the way."It`s a, Homicide, just a Homicide[4X]I don`t mean this in a disrespectful wayBut Columbine happens in the ghetto every dayWhen this shit goes down y`all aint got nothing to say[Radio transmission]"Central, the cat has been rescued."[Verse 3]In the ghetto black men are dying at alarming ratesWalkin the street is like entering a sweepstakesYou never know if you gon win or loseWe walk around feelin confused and totally abusedCan`t front, I`ma millionaire livin like a kingStill feenin for that shrimp, fried rice and chicken wingsStill feenin for the vibe, only the ghetto bringPumpin songs of pain only real niggas singQueens finest, but there`s one minusThe bodies on the battlefield that got left behind usI`m sick and tired of going to wakesCuz niggas never look the same in the casketIt`s bugged out, they skin look like plasticI shed tears, but use shades to mask it"Mr. Media", where was you at when my man diedWhen it was classified a drug related homicideIt`s like until the killer hit the suburbsI aint hear nothing, not a word"Mr. Media", help us shed light on these homicidesNot just Columbine, but all the timeIt`s a, Homicide, just a Homicide[8X]

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