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