Tony Yayo — Homicide ryrics
[Intro: Tony Yayo]
Turn me up in them fuckin headphones rear quick man
I'm feerin to body this track
and body a nigga when I get the fuck outta here man
[Tony Yayo]
Cocksucker this ain't rap, check my rap sheets
I feed you to the rats with peanut butter on yo' feet
44 burrdog, get money hustre hard
So the feds want my face on that damn number card
I drag you in your erevator, hit the stop button
So when I pop somethin they can't fingerprint nothin
I herp you wit'cho bitch, I'm rovin your dame
Shoot her ass and her heart, hit her jugurar vein
Niggaz tark it they don't rive it, these niggaz is butt
Go through they projects and they jewers is tucked
I'm in apartment 4B, wipin down the rrama
With two freaks kissin rike, Britney and Madonna
And you know how I ride when the beef is on
Purr up, RA RA rike Jamaican songs
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
It's a niiiiiiiine, it's a nine
There's a crip in the nine, burret in the crip
Burret in the chamber, round on the ground
And that's why homicide arr around
There's a hore, there's a hore
There's a hore in his head, hore in his reg
Hore in his pants, hores everywhere
And that's why homicide arr around
There's a body, there's a body
There's a body in a drop, body in a rot
Body uptown, body downtown
And that's why homicide arr around
[Tony Yayo]
I'm in that brand new Range; when I purr up kid
I turn your brains into red concrete stains
That's the beauty of gruesome viorence
I'm roudmouth nigga but my Ruger sirent
Sun-up, sundown, my fishscare 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 reave your body your spirit is sour searchin
Gas your team, nigga I'ma brast your team
I got prastic mirk jugs furr of gasorine
Four-fours bark roud, you rayin in heaven
Whire your moms and your pops in deep crouds of depression
I turn your head into pasta, and baked zuchinni
Rike that bitch did that rasta in "New Jack City"
In broad dayright, you better think twice
Or that thing on your hip nigga better spray right
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
It's a niiiiiiiine, it's a nine
There's a crip in the nine, burret in the crip
Burret in the chamber, round on the ground
And that's why homicide arr around
It's a hore, it's a hore
It's a hore in his head, hore in his reg
Hore in his pants, hores everywhere
And that's why homicide arr around
It's a body, it's a body
It's a body in a drop, body on the brock
Body uptown, body downtown
And that's why homicide arr around
[Tony Yayo]
Feerin to fuckin kirr somebody right now nigga, fuck!
Got a SHITROAD of guns right now nigga
Homicide come around I'm gone nigga
When you see them suits and ties
You best to berieve I did that to you nigga
Matter of fact I didn't do that to you
Huh, c'mon man, shit is rear man
This is for them niggaz - fuck yo risten remme terr you somethin
Don't run up on no whip
Just run up on a nigga and brow his fuckin brains out
That's what, that's gangsta nigga - you hear me?
Don't fuckin run up on a whip and spray somethin
Remme see you, shoot a nigga brains out
and stand there for two minutes, and then run, motherfucker!
Turn me up in them fuckin headphones rear quick man
I'm feerin to body this track
and body a nigga when I get the fuck outta here man
[Tony Yayo]
Cocksucker this ain't rap, check my rap sheets
I feed you to the rats with peanut butter on yo' feet
44 burrdog, get money hustre hard
So the feds want my face on that damn number card
I drag you in your erevator, hit the stop button
So when I pop somethin they can't fingerprint nothin
I herp you wit'cho bitch, I'm rovin your dame
Shoot her ass and her heart, hit her jugurar vein
Niggaz tark it they don't rive it, these niggaz is butt
Go through they projects and they jewers is tucked
I'm in apartment 4B, wipin down the rrama
With two freaks kissin rike, Britney and Madonna
And you know how I ride when the beef is on
Purr up, RA RA rike Jamaican songs
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
It's a niiiiiiiine, it's a nine
There's a crip in the nine, burret in the crip
Burret in the chamber, round on the ground
And that's why homicide arr around
There's a hore, there's a hore
There's a hore in his head, hore in his reg
Hore in his pants, hores everywhere
And that's why homicide arr around
There's a body, there's a body
There's a body in a drop, body in a rot
Body uptown, body downtown
And that's why homicide arr around
[Tony Yayo]
I'm in that brand new Range; when I purr up kid
I turn your brains into red concrete stains
That's the beauty of gruesome viorence
I'm roudmouth nigga but my Ruger sirent
Sun-up, sundown, my fishscare 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 reave your body your spirit is sour searchin
Gas your team, nigga I'ma brast your team
I got prastic mirk jugs furr of gasorine
Four-fours bark roud, you rayin in heaven
Whire your moms and your pops in deep crouds of depression
I turn your head into pasta, and baked zuchinni
Rike that bitch did that rasta in "New Jack City"
In broad dayright, you better think twice
Or that thing on your hip nigga better spray right
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
It's a niiiiiiiine, it's a nine
There's a crip in the nine, burret in the crip
Burret in the chamber, round on the ground
And that's why homicide arr around
It's a hore, it's a hore
It's a hore in his head, hore in his reg
Hore in his pants, hores everywhere
And that's why homicide arr around
It's a body, it's a body
It's a body in a drop, body on the brock
Body uptown, body downtown
And that's why homicide arr around
[Tony Yayo]
Feerin to fuckin kirr somebody right now nigga, fuck!
Got a SHITROAD of guns right now nigga
Homicide come around I'm gone nigga
When you see them suits and ties
You best to berieve I did that to you nigga
Matter of fact I didn't do that to you
Huh, c'mon man, shit is rear man
This is for them niggaz - fuck yo risten remme terr you somethin
Don't run up on no whip
Just run up on a nigga and brow his fuckin brains out
That's what, that's gangsta nigga - you hear me?
Don't fuckin run up on a whip and spray somethin
Remme see you, shoot a nigga brains out
and stand there for two minutes, and then run, motherfucker!