Homicide - Knowledge

29-5 live, the courts are pigeon Blame the economy, the courts are living Of course I'm living, bought some linen Take a courts on winning, forts of women Monday through Friday the Porsche is driven Change the Range to Thursdays, put that away Hard top Wednesdays, drop top Saturdays Sunday's Piscataway, 8 ki's I have we lay Half today, my whole island like Gilligan, it's fast away By the way, what's up, dawg? Who's hardest? Probation over, yeah, I'ma catch some new charges Crime the fricassee recipe, mess with me 40th my pedigree, Big L regale R.I.P. to hand me legs, some name stamp he said Saying my dear you, tomorrow your families dead You a fag, fairy, no homo, that's scary Don't mean a e-mail or phone when I say Blackberry It's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide It's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide It's a homicide, someone unlucky died Yellow tape damn, right outside Kentucky Fried Figure I stay and lock it, fuck it 380 cock it King Jaffi Joe, I feel like spacely rockets Come and weight these pockets, the profits display these profits Play no way to stop it and my engine 80 rockets No Yao Ming, no T-Mac Lambo, skeet rat, 300 G stacks Wanna place a bet? Please match or breeze back Offensive coordinator hater, I read traps These niggas need naps, they bitches got weave naps Believe that, fuck with my a seeds and you'll get seized, snatched Over these pack we cap knee caps, teeth caps Believe that, fill your tweets, beat your raps It's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide It's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide It's a homicide, someone unlucky died Yellow tape damn, right outside Kentucky Fried It's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide It's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide It's a homicide, someone unlucky died Yellow tape damn, right outside Kentucky Fried Damn Cam, you did it to consumers White and red boomers, blue and red Laguna's Dead all the rumors, all these rappers are my juniors Ma, you can't swim, well come follow the tuna Full moon, we got girls to moon us No cuddling ma, you won't spoon us Don't spit game, just sell Rick James Baby boy, my nick name is Switch Lanes Slash stick change, Slash get brain Slash that nigga, Slash make it rain Slash tell summer girl, get the summer Z's Know what's in the dungaree's a hundred G's It's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide It's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide It's a homicide, someone unlucky died Yellow tape damn, right outside Kentucky Fried It's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide It's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide It's a homicide, someone unlucky died Yellow tape damn, right outside Kentucky Fried

Yeah! Look! This song is all about sacrifice and pain Every shit i been through Palathram malayaala paatukal kelkunna Chettanmarkkum pengamaarkkum yente namasakkaram Ningalude thaaram, ethu prethikaaram Palappozhayi chindikkunna manassinte baaram Erekki vechu karayunna yente kochu gaanam Jeevitha prayaanam, neeyoru vaanam Odukkatha upadhesham paranjente jeevithathil Kodumbakkar edukkunna ooro theerumanam Nannavilla, padikkilla, baaviyilla, paniyilla Yenthu parenjaalum pinne nintedethu kaaryamilla Yennapinne veruthoru rasathinu manushyane choodichangu Thalarthittu chirikkunna vrithikketta Manushya swabaavam, valiyoru paabam Thakarkunna cheriya manssinte thaalam Vidhichente jeevidhathil kodum kali kaalam Marikkunna kaalam vare nee oru shaabam Everybody think about his moffucking life man These moffuckers never trynna get their life But they never gonna make any change in their life Fuck that people with the same old lies They never see my struggle everyday everynight I work so hard for this shit till i die But, these moffuckserz never trynna understand This is mofucking life bitch, mofuccking thing You may be thinking right now I used too many fuck in this rhyme I'M killing this shit, you know that i'm lit I Don't give a fuck what you think? YEAH! FUCK THAT! Orupaad veedhanicha karangalil odhungiya Palatharam paavapetta keevithangal GET THAT! Malayali thanimayil udhikunna orupaadu Kazhivulla cheruppathin swapnangal GIMME THAT! Oravasaram tharumenna chindhayoode Kaathirunnu parathiya baaviyude pattangal GET BACK! Thootukodukkathe ooro nimishavum geevithathil Kashttappetuu budhimutti oruvidham muttichonnu yethiyappol Anne njan parenjathalle upadheesham oormayille Kudumbakkar odukkathe kuzhappakkar Yevideyum ooya pinne parekkunna Parrakkunna Oruvidham Praanthanmar (Ethenthutta rashin ninte mudi engane orumaathiri poothiri poole) FUCK THAT! What you gotta problem with my hair and my dress And my shoes and my friends and all the shits what i like Listen man, you just need a break from the shit what You do Everyday in this motherfucking life If You wanna live like a man with the balls on your dick Bro, show respect to yourself You gotta go, you gotta grow You need to pay for the shit what you do You gotta blow, you gotta soul You need to look at your self yeah! You gotta go, you gotta grow You need to pay for the shit what you do You gotta blow, you gotta soul You need to look at your self Yeah! Yeah! You need to look at yourself Palathram malayaala paatukal kelkunna Chettanmarkkum pengamaarkkum yente namasakkaram Ningalude thaaram, ethu prethikaaram Palappozhayi chindikkunna manassinte baaram Erekki vechu karayunna yente kochu gaanam Jeevitha prayaanam, neeyoru vaanam Odukkatha upadhesham paranjente jeevithathil Kodumbakkar edukkunna ooro theerumanam Nannavilla, padikkilla, baaviyilla, paniyilla Yenthu parenjaalum pinne nintedethu kaaryamilla Yennapinne veruthoru rasathinu manushyane choodichangu Thalarthittu chirikkunna vrithikketta Manushya swabaavam, valiyoru paabam Thakarkunna cheriya manssinte thaalam Vidhichente jeevidhathil kodum kali kaalam Marikkunna kaalam vare nee oru shaabam Yeah shaabbam! (Haha) You know there will be aloot of people around you to tell you Don't do that don't do this! You know, fuck that moffuckers you know what They are trying to pull you back from your real life All i wanna tryna say is that Do whatever fuck you wanna do and do it and That's all about it PEACE! RASHIN YEAH! Ah

Boom bitch, spray the whole room bitch, on that goon shit, move bitch fuck up out my way, skert vroom bitch savage niggas we pop out at night that raccoon shit Checking in at daylight but you can still get smoked at noon bitch boom bitch we play with the same guns off doom bitch They like when 2 cups part 3 gone drop i'm like soon bitch If you still ain't heard 2 cups part one then get in tune bitch Stainless steel safe stainless steal like a spooked kid Blat bitch thats that tec bitch Or that mac bitch brains all on the floor i let it blow till his shit splat bitch Get back bitch smokin dead niggas We can match bitch, they say when they catch me they gon whack me STILL AINT WACK SHIT Get whacked bitch, i don't lack bitch i got my gat bitch line em up fuck is that shit bitch that k It's wreaking nigga and we eatin nigga On that fat shit fresh up out of jail Wrecking shit like the brat's bitch Sit on the curb bitch whats the word bitch fuck what you heard bitch young pappy and savage sheen Turn yo block to the purge bitch let it spray shout out to that k and free bird bitch Thats yo main shout out to her brain hella nerd bitch Swerve bitch bet not be on my block tryna serve shit Why you tryna beef with me your goof ass from the burbs bitch Pistol to his mouth he stuttered stumbling on his words bitch Put your shit on the curb his brain look like he still ain't learn shit Swerve bitch, bet not be on my block tryna serve shit Why you tryna beef wit me yo goof ass from the burbs bitch Pistol to his mouth he stuttered stumbling on his words bitch Put your shit on the curb his brain look like he still ain't learn shit Time for me to spazz nigga Shout out my bro spazz nigga Go diss i ain't gon respond Thats yo ass nigga, tryna rob who Bitch please i'd be the last nigga Flipped out like a futon Jimmy neutron i'll blast niggas Is you MAD nigga Iont honor no man with no badge nigga All i know is get cash nigga Stunt hard like my dad nigga Love living this life shorty I den earned my stripes like glad nigga All you gotta do is ask niggas Body bag fuck a casket nigga Them head shots, roll, roll rollin up on the dead opps Free leith out the bin It's probably what these niggas talk But they dead probably i don't know Nigga i ain't problem young blow Nigga hell nah im not going for one more cup Who said im poor Shorty i said 2 cups nigga i dont give 2 fucks about none of yall niggas See im just tryna turn up come through take one ups Some of yall niggas shorty we ain't drunk for that Niggas gonna feel sorry for that Make a nigga have a heart attack But we'll follow your back But my niggas with all of that gun fight fuck up all the macks Boy it's 2015 young nigga at the age of 15 Seen all kinds of shit whacking shit Putting niggas on the big screen When niggas talk that savage shit actually They dont even know what that shit mean I point and aim got a green beam That will turn a nigga to a stream beam

You say you wanna take a ride? Get in I grew up on that other side, getting it in You niggas selling a bunch of pies, snatch a Benz I heard you say it's going down, I'm going in Go tell 'em it's a homicide (murder) Go tell 'em it's a homicide (murder, murder) Go tell 'em it's a homicide (murder, murder) Go tell 'em it's a homicide, ya ya Fighting, shooting, killing, riding Cripping, tripping, spitting fye In the kitchen, baking pies Taking mines, making mines Yellow tape, black gun Fill it with them hollow shells And leave the scene bloody Buddy can't nobody tell Catch a plane to the ATL Lay low in a cheap motel And get a few thangs from my cousin Future Now I'm back on and popping like Trapping, rapping in the cut Talk shit, I fuck you up They don't recognize who I am or where I'm from So I hit the strip club banging 20 Crip cuz Treble with the bass, put that thang up in yo? shavening? And leave yo body bleeding on the pavement How many will ride open up that fye You gotta question a nigga standing next to you, cut him off I grew up on the side you gotta make yourself a boss Niggas'll shit on you any chance they get Cross you out on a lick If you ain't ready for the ending then quit It's a dirty world, you gotta get your hands dirty I'm going for the title with my hands on the rifle I put in the same work you put in, survival Looking at my rival, they looking suicidal Keep them bodies off wax, I can spot a rat Let the guitars play, bllaaat! Slang a bunch of packs, and go and snatch a Benzo I played them streets as a young nigga, ain't never liked Nintendo Them gangstas in the yard, them my motherfucking kinfolk They'll kidnap you and yo broad (in broad) daylight, no pretendo I grew up 'round a bunch of monsters, apply that pressure on ya Be so scared for ya life, you call the police on ya You ready say you ready You gon' starve or you want fetti? Yo life'll change a second Good or bad, don't open yo mouth, make sure you shut it Ain't no telling who listening, make a wise decision I'm from 'cross the tracks, like Boosie If you ride, you better know who shooting