Homicide
Artist：ll cool j
Songs Title：homicide
This for my man yo... word up
I got a 187 on the corner of farmers boulevard in linden.
Uh, drug related?
The usual.
I dont mean this in a disrespectful way
But columbine happens in the ghetto every day
When the **** goes down yall aint got nothing to say
He kicked the old ladys door in, threw her on the floor
Choked her to death so she dont scream no more
He need some white chocolate, he feel it in his bones
He heard she refinanced and got a bank loan
He used to mow the lawn, take the garbage out
Now she in the closet wit a sock in her mouth
Copped a chain, copped some crills
Crack pipe in his windpipe, twistin like a drill
Run around frontin, buyin his mens kicks
Gassed a broad up so she can help her rent a whip
The other killer peeped him out flashin a knot
A well known murderer, check the ill plot
Call up corey buns, get him on the block
****** gotta eat, plus he front alot
He came through, straight strip search
He said Im comin back, and ima put in work
****** told him, ayo leave that **** alone
But pride mixed with crack, had him in a zone
Prepared for more **** than depends
Eyes bloodshot through a cardier lens
****** said buns came through lookin strange
Yeah, buns wont stay in his lane
Aight, buns want ghetto fame
And caught two in the ukraine at point blank range
Its a, homicide, just a homicide
I dont mean this in a disrespectful way
But columbine happens in the ghetto every day
When the **** goes down yall aint got nothing to say
Jamaician cat, real treacherous
Used to smuggle burners up from texas
Had the ill crib out in rosedale
Took the money from the trunk and copped a fishscale
Chinese jamacian, real pretty *****
Love puffin blunts, throwin bodies in the river
One of the illest ****** that the world ever saw
Used to take loaded nines and throw em on the floor
He was from brooklyn, and I dont know the block
I met him at the flicks he commented on my rocks
We rolled back to back, while I was slingin raps
He was slingin crack, I was seventeen fascinated by the stacks
Runnin with dangerous ****** and packin gats
Uh, the **** thrill me, lookin so clean, and livin so filthy
I heard his right hand man disappeared
They found his bike in the street somewhere
Conspiracy theories, ****** talkin ****
Small world, I was close to his right hand mans chick
She kept beepin him he never called back
When they found him in the trunk his body was jet black
Pretty jamacian kept doin his thing
Him and his older brother got caught up in a sting
Out on bail, pressure by the feds, he caught seven in the head
What goes around, comes back around
***** rest in peace when they lay ya down
Uh, central, your assistance is requested we have a major crisis here
Mrs. winthrops cat is stuck in a tree.
Roger, a squad car is on the way.
Its a, homicide, just a homicide
I dont mean this in a disrespectful way
But columbine happens in the ghetto every day
When this **** goes down yall aint got nothing to say
Central, the cat has been rescued.
In the ghetto black men are dying at alarming rates
Walkin the street is like entering a sweepstakes
You never know if you gon win or lose
We walk around feelin confused and totally abused
Cant front, ima millionaire livin like a king
Still feenin for that shrimp, fried rice and chicken wings
Still feenin for the vibe, only the ghetto bring
Pumpin songs of pain only real ****** sing
Queens finest, but theres one minus
The bodies on the battlefield that got left behind us
Im sick and tired of going to wakes
Cuz ****** never look the same in the casket
Its bugged out, they skin look like plastic
I shed tears, but use shades to mask it
Mr. media, where was you at when my man died
When it was classified a drug related homicide
Its like until the killer hit the suburbs
I aint hear nothing, not a word
Mr. media, help us shed light on these homicides
Not just columbine, but all the time
Its a, homicide, just a homicide
HomicideLRC歌词
[00:00.56]Artist：ll cool j
[00:01.38]Songs Title：homicide
[00:02.37]This for my man yo... word up
[00:06.00]I got a 187 on the corner of farmers boulevard in linden.
[00:08.05]Uh, drug related?
[00:08.93]The usual.
[00:10.93]I dont mean this in a disrespectful way
[00:13.05]But columbine happens in the ghetto every day
[00:15.55]When the **** goes down yall aint got nothing to say
[00:18.52]
[00:20.59]He kicked the old ladys door in, threw her on the floor
[00:23.28]Choked her to death so she dont scream no more
[00:25.84]He need some white chocolate, he feel it in his bones
[00:28.63]He heard she refinanced and got a bank loan
[00:30.63]He used to mow the lawn, take the garbage out
[00:33.57]Now she in the closet wit a sock in her mouth
[00:36.68]Copped a chain, copped some crills
[00:38.25]Crack pipe in his windpipe, twistin like a drill
[00:41.25]Run around frontin, buyin his mens kicks
[00:43.86]Gassed a broad up so she can help her rent a whip
[00:46.55]The other killer peeped him out flashin a knot
[00:48.73]A well known murderer, check the ill plot
[00:51.35]Call up corey buns, get him on the block
[00:54.04]****** gotta eat, plus he front alot
[00:57.65]He came through, straight strip search
[00:59.09]He said Im comin back, and ima put in work
[01:01.02]****** told him, ayo leave that **** alone
[01:04.14]But pride mixed with crack, had him in a zone
[01:07.38]Prepared for more **** than depends
[01:09.32]Eyes bloodshot through a cardier lens
[01:11.00]****** said buns came through lookin strange
[01:14.43]Yeah, buns wont stay in his lane
[01:16.93]Aight, buns want ghetto fame
[01:19.30]And caught two in the ukraine at point blank range
[01:22.05]Its a, homicide, just a homicide
[01:23.91]
[01:43.19]I dont mean this in a disrespectful way
[01:45.00]But columbine happens in the ghetto every day
[01:47.56]When the **** goes down yall aint got nothing to say
[01:51.97]
[01:52.91]Jamaician cat, real treacherous
[01:54.28]Used to smuggle burners up from texas
[01:56.90]Had the ill crib out in rosedale
[01:59.90]Took the money from the trunk and copped a fishscale
[02:02.89]Chinese jamacian, real pretty *****
[02:05.58]Love puffin blunts, throwin bodies in the river
[02:07.89]One of the illest ****** that the world ever saw
[02:10.70]Used to take loaded nines and throw em on the floor
[02:13.32]He was from brooklyn, and I dont know the block
[02:15.93]I met him at the flicks he commented on my rocks
[02:18.56]We rolled back to back, while I was slingin raps
[02:21.42]He was slingin crack, I was seventeen fascinated by the stacks
[02:24.42]Runnin with dangerous ****** and packin gats
[02:29.73]Uh, the **** thrill me, lookin so clean, and livin so filthy
[02:32.48]I heard his right hand man disappeared
[02:36.78]They found his bike in the street somewhere
[02:39.08]Conspiracy theories, ****** talkin ****
[02:41.65]Small world, I was close to his right hand mans chick
[02:44.26]She kept beepin him he never called back
[02:46.45]When they found him in the trunk his body was jet black
[02:49.50]Pretty jamacian kept doin his thing
[02:50.81]Him and his older brother got caught up in a sting
[02:54.56]Out on bail, pressure by the feds, he caught seven in the head
[02:58.12]What goes around, comes back around
[03:01.80]***** rest in peace when they lay ya down
[03:05.35]
[03:06.72]Uh, central, your assistance is requested we have a major crisis here
[03:10.97]Mrs. winthrops cat is stuck in a tree.
[03:13.35]Roger, a squad car is on the way.
[03:15.34]Its a, homicide, just a homicide
[03:16.80]
[03:25.36]I dont mean this in a disrespectful way
[03:27.29]But columbine happens in the ghetto every day
[03:29.66]When this **** goes down yall aint got nothing to say
[03:32.98]Central, the cat has been rescued.
[03:34.98]In the ghetto black men are dying at alarming rates
[03:37.66]Walkin the street is like entering a sweepstakes
[03:39.59]You never know if you gon win or lose
[03:42.40]We walk around feelin confused and totally abused
[03:44.46]Cant front, ima millionaire livin like a king
[03:47.89]Still feenin for that shrimp, fried rice and chicken wings
[03:50.20]Still feenin for the vibe, only the ghetto bring
[03:52.88]Pumpin songs of pain only real ****** sing
[03:55.38]Queens finest, but theres one minus
[03:58.00]The bodies on the battlefield that got left behind us
[04:00.44]Im sick and tired of going to wakes
[04:02.80]Cuz ****** never look the same in the casket
[04:05.43]Its bugged out, they skin look like plastic
[04:07.92]I shed tears, but use shades to mask it
[04:10.23]Mr. media, where was you at when my man died
[04:13.54]When it was classified a drug related homicide
[04:15.53]Its like until the killer hit the suburbs
[04:18.34]I aint hear nothing, not a word
[04:20.78]Mr. media, help us shed light on these homicides
[04:22.90]Not just columbine, but all the time
[04:26.21]Its a, homicide, just a homicide
