Homicide

My nigga Lay, nigga Kray, Bizzy and Merk We finna kill 'em, then we hit 'em with these double ninety-nine (Ninety-nine, ninety-nine) My nigga Lay, nigga Kray, Bizzy and Merk We finna kill 'em, then we hit 'em with these double ninety-nine (Ninety-nine, ninety-nine) Please, tell me what the fuck is the problem? I'll keep on chuggin' this bottle until this shit get violent It's red rum when I'm dumpin' these hollows and it get stuck in ya noggin' and everything go silent Vroom vroom, I pull up in the Audi and I start dumpin' the bodies until they all start pilin' Who knew I'm in front of ya body with a slug in a shotty, tell 'em all to come outside then Who want the smoke? I ain't into beefin' on the internet I'd rather fill your crew up with holes Don't get too comfortable 'cause when I get to cookin I'm lookin' to turn it up until I blew up the stove So just do what you're told, I grew up a screw up My crew will come chew up who you love the most Bitch, I grew up on Bone Thugs-N-Harmony so I threw up a toast til I puke up Patron like woah Welcome to the scene of the crime Please, don't make me turn this heat up on this beef, I'ma ride I'ma different kind of demon, you can see in my eyes I'm beatin' the odds, I'm comin' for the piece of my pie I had to reinvent the scene so I could keep it alive So, I could promise, you don't want to meet the creature inside I think I need to take a breather, I'ma leave it behind Or I'ma blow your brains and get a piece of your mind (Ouch) I'm still bumpin' that Bone, Bone, Bone You get a headshot to your dome, dome, dome I did all this by my own, own, own So, please stay the fuck out of my zone, zone, zone I'm still yellin' Mo' Murda' at Tha Crossroads Foe tha Love of Money, you get shot on your walk home All I need's Thug Luv like Pac, though 2021, yellin', "Free El Chapo" Somebody better tell them ain't nobody fuckin' with Bone You motherfuckers can't do nothin' with Bone The real men here, we done heard enough of you hoes It's a lot of you niggas never get on I'ma expose you niggas, I done told you niggas It's a lot of talent but they ain't even close to a nigga They know rhythm but the real creators of originality Kill 'em is they mentality, beat 'em to reality Is non-existent, I'm consistent I'm convinced I'm the illest around That nigga flow goes miles and distance, style relentless Sound distinguished, my niggas can vouch I tell 'em ain't no competition, I figured 'em out It ain't too much that none them niggas about Legendary big and don't even need the clout Think of a reason to doubt, never no reason to lie Slide in the house while bloody murda on you Tell them to never come back 'round here no more Or it's gon' get ugly Can't touch me, untouchable Spit at you, I ain't got to get at you I been at you, nigga No matter what, I keep havin' nightmares When drama pop off and I'll be right there It's about to be a homicide Fuck around and die It's about to be a homicide It's about to be a homicide L-Burna Who up to challenges us? You up the cameras Got a call for work so I flew up to Canada Known to put in work I got the stamina The 1st through the 31st, I'm rollin' up the cannabis Operatin' at an all-time high Middle fingers to the sky and I'm all the time high Never been a small guy, they demand I supply From Japan to the Y, I command niggas right Get acquainted with the five-star General The pictures that I paint, they define fine criminals Victory is owed, I survive by miracles At 50 years old, I'ma fly 'cause I'm lyrical I'm from the same vein is made of Still the chain gang, ain't nobody fade us I earn to maintain, greatest Game never change and Bone still creative I make a nigga get cocky, you a bitch? You unbox me Do what I wanna, you finna get a pump in your face I'm thuggin' and buggin', you stupid motherfucker, you ain't Remember me? I'm on the Art of War with no paint on my face They can't rap with me Actually, dastardly, bastard The master, the cash, fill it faster and faster The alpha revolver, with .38. I plaster you niggas I know tips I'm the GOAT, don't ask me anything, I spoke I wish a nigga would test my bag 'Cause little Bizzy, he be always ready to bust down Always got a gun You bitch, nigga, that's my swag A nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga 'Nother motherfucker let me give it a win For another motherfuck up again, I fuck up again Company rappin' again Everybody, anybody know I pull out my pen Of hard time to catch a fade in my prime But I made it, I grind My niggas always on time My nigga Lay, Nigga Kray, Bizzy and Merk We finna kill 'em, then we hit 'em with these double ninety-nine (Ninety-nine, ninety-nine) My nigga Lay, Nigga Kray, Bizzy and Merk We finna kill 'em, then we hit 'em with these double ninety-nine (Ninety-nine, ninety-nine) No matter what, I keep havin' nightmares When drama pop off and I'll be right there It's about to be a homicide Fuck around, walk and die It's about to be a homicide It's about to be a homicide Be a homicide You walk or die Be a homicide Homicide 'Bout to be a homicide Walk or die Be a homicide It's about to be a homicide