Homicide Pt. 2 Songtext

Fuck wrong wit' them, ain't wastin' none of my lean, are you crazy?
Have pistols totin' on the scene, that's my baby
Four-five ho's 'round me, three-five stick's too
I want to know when these pussy niggas got like this though
Like why, why, why pussy niggas lyin' like they want my soul?
All these niggas ho's, they all ho's
Tell 'em fuck that tension, I'ma make sure that thеy know
She said she don't smoke no dopе
Come wit' me, know what it is
Stay up out my fuckin' house, this is not no place for kids
She tellin' me she love me
Bitch ain't poppin' pussy, she ain't stayin' over
Know I pop the pussy, ain't no layin' on me
Flawless diamonds, come and check the timin'
Baby know I'm grimy, oh, baby know I'm slimey
Make that ho go buy lil bro a stick
Just so I can ... , she up inside this bitch
Pussy nigga, I say

Homicide, homicide, we know I make momma's cry Kill her child, kill her child, we make fuckin' momma's cry
People tell you lots of things, but choppa bullets never lie
Never know who tellin' names, that's why they go to every side


Homicide, homicide, we know I make momma's cry
Catch 'em 'for he walk inside, bow bow, blrrt
Crybaby, crybaby, walk down and we pull onside
Fuck wrong wit' them people, talkin' crazy
YoungBoy, I say, "Terminate 'em"