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Turn me up in them fuckin headphones real quick man
 I'm feelin 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 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 can't fingerprint nothin
 I help you wit'cho bitch, I'm lovin your dame
 Shoot her ass and her heart, hit her jugular vein
 Niggaz talk it they don't live it, these niggaz is butt
 Go through they projects and they jewels is tucked
 I'm 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]
 It's a niiiiiiiine, it's a nine
 There's a clip in the nine, bullet in the clip
 Bullet in the chamber, round on the ground
 And that's why homicide all around
 There's a hole, there's a hole
 There's a hole in his head, hole in his leg
 Hole in his pants, holes everywhere
 And that's why homicide all around
 There's a body, there's a body
 There's a body in a drop, body in a lot
 Body uptown, body downtown
 And that's why homicide all around
 
 [Tony Yayo]
 I'm in that brand new Range; when I pull up kid
 I turn your brains into red concrete stains
 That's the beauty of gruesome violence
 I'm 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 I'ma 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]
 It's a niiiiiiiine, it's a nine
 There's a clip in the nine, bullet in the clip
 Bullet in the chamber, round on the ground
 And that's why homicide all around
 It's a hole, it's a hole
 It's a hole in his head, hole in his leg
 Hole in his pants, holes everywhere
 And that's why homicide all around
 It's a body, it's a body
 It's a body in a drop, body on the block
 Body uptown, body downtown
 And that's 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 I'm gone nigga
 When you see them suits and ties
 You best to believe I did that to you nigga
 Matter of fact I didn't do that to you
 Huh, c'mon man, shit is real man
 This is for them niggaz - fuck yo listen lemme tell you somethin
 Don't run up on no whip
 Just run up on a nigga and blow 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
 Lemme see you, shoot a nigga brains out
 and stand there for two minutes, and then run, motherfucker! 
            
 
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