Представляем точный текст композиции "Homicide" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Tony Yayo . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Homicide» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Tony Yayo передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Tony Yayo - "Homicide"
Lyrics to Homicide : [Intro: Tony Yayo] Turn me up in them fuckin headphones real quick man Im feelin to body this track and body a nigga when I get the fuck outta here man [Tony Yayo] Cocksucker this aint rap, check my rap sheets I feed you to the rats with peanut butter on yo feet 44 bulldog, get money hustle hard So the feds want my face on that damn number card I drag you in your elevator, hit the stop button So when I pop somethin they cant fingerprint nothin I help you witcho bitch, Im lovin your dame Shoot her ass and her heart, hit her jugular vein Niggaz talk it they dont live it, these niggaz is butt Go through they projects and they jewels is tucked Im in apartment 4B, wipin down the llama With two freaks kissin like, Britney and Madonna And you know how I ride when the beef is on Pull up, LA LA like Jamaican songs [Chorus: Tony Yayo] Its a niiiiiiiine, its a nine Theres a clip in the nine, bullet in the clip Bullet in the chamber, round on the ground And thats why homicide all around Theres a hole, theres a hole Theres a hole in his head, hole in his leg Hole in his pants, holes everywhere And thats why homicide all around Theres a body, theres a body Theres a body in a drop, body in a lot Body uptown, body downtown And thats why homicide all around [Tony Yayo] Im in that brand new Range; when I pull up kid I turn your brains into red concrete stains Thats the beauty of gruesome violence Im loudmouth nigga but my Ruger silent Sun-up, sundown, my fishscale move And if a nigga wanna stop it he gon be fish food Yeah Yayo rhyme but I murk a person And when your mind leave your body your spirit is soul searchin Gas your team, nigga Ima blast your team I got plastic milk jugs full of gasoline Four-fours bark loud, you layin in heaven While your moms and your pops in deep clouds of depression I turn your head into pasta, and baked zuchinni Like that bitch did that rasta in "New Jack City" In broad daylight, you better think twice Or that thing on your hip nigga better spray right [Chorus: Tony Yayo] Its a niiiiiiiine, its a nine Theres a clip in the nine, bullet in the clip Bullet in the chamber, round on the ground And thats why homicide all around Its a hole, its a hole Its a hole in his head, hole in his leg Hole in his pants, holes everywhere And thats why homicide all around Its a body, its a body Its a body in a drop, body on the block Body uptown, body downtown And thats why homicide all around [Tony Yayo] Feelin to fuckin kill somebody right now nigga, fuck! Got a SHITLOAD of guns right now nigga Homicide come around Im gone nigga When you see them suits and ties You best to believe I did that to you nigga Matter of fact I didnt do that to you Huh, cmon man, shit is real man This is for them niggaz - fuck yo listen lemme tell you somethin Dont run up on no whip Just run up on a nigga and blow his fuckin brains out Thats what, thats gangsta nigga - you hear me' Dont fuckin run up on a whip and spray somethin Lemme see you, shoot a nigga brains out and stand there for two minutes, and then run, motherfucker! [ Homicide Lyrics ]
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