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Homicidal, Suicidal
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Homicidal, Suicidal was released on March 4, 2003 by Hypnotize Minds as a part of the album Doubt Me Now
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Release DateMarch 4, 2003
LabelHypnotize Minds
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM74

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris D'Abaldo
Chris D'Abaldo
Guitar
Josey Scott
Josey Scott
Vocals
Lil Wyte
Lil Wyte
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Patrick Lanshaw
Patrick Lanshaw
Songwriter
Paul Beauregard
Paul Beauregard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris D'Abaldo
Chris D'Abaldo
Producer
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Producer
Juicy J
Juicy J
Producer

Lyrics

Yo, this the outlaw Josey Scott from Saliva
Get down with my boy Lil Wyte
Memphis style homicidal!
What?!
Man, I'm about to kill me a motherfucka, any kind of motherfucka
Step into my face brotha, bet this gang's gon' spray brotha
Laughing at the sight of ignorance I wanna see you fall
You the one that knocked me off when I was tryin' to climb the wall
But that's all good, that's alright, I'm gon' keep on shining bright
You put devils in my path, and in my path I'm seeing light
So fuck you ho, talkin' loud in the center of the crowd
I fucked up, I know it; that's my shit, just sit the fuck on down
Actin' bad, coulda been smacked, at least I didn't do all that
I just snatched my shit up, got the fuck up without looking back
Called her up, bitch you wild, yes, I'm gonna see my child
You try to take that privilege away, and you will never smile
Issues packin' lackin', yes, Lil Wyte be constantly smokin' 'dro
When you see me greenery be all up in cigarillo
Ghetty green, that's my thang, keep the skull around my brain
If it wasn't here I'd either be dead, or I would be too plain
Homicidal, suicidal, every day I live my life
Goin' crazy in a daisy, walk around real late at night
You guessin', I'm stressin', people wonder why I'm always high (Always high)
You testin' Smith and Wesson, you the next on the list to die
So you say you crunker than me motherfucka, bucker than me motherfucka
Tougher than me motherfucka, rougher than me motherfucka
Got news for ya, not just for ya, hope that you like gravity
This one's for ya, will destroy ya, and will cause some casualties
Limp conditions how I'm livin if you wanna take a peek
Since you want her boy to be my dawg then get the fuck from me
What about her? What about you? What about me? Well, fuck you too!
If you want to live my life you can but you a fuckin' fool
Time was lost, yes, it was, so I kept a fuckin' buzz
Why you keep a buzz, dawg? Please to keep from fuckin' up
Life is short, then we die, some don't get a piece of pie
But I'm gonna get my slice even if I have to compromise
Stackin' cheese is for me, even if it's in these streets
Yes, I said the streets because I have not reached the industry
But it's all gravy baby, I'm gonna make it off my crazy ways
Different ladies baby, now, I'm crazy that's the way I'll stay
Homicidal, suicidal, every day I live my life
Goin' crazy in a daisy, walk around real late at night
You guessin', I'm stressin', people wonder why I'm always high
You testin' Smith and Wesson, you the next on the list to die
Written by: John Burke Shelley, Ray Phillips, Tony Bourge
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