Future - Homicide lyrics

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Future - Homicide lyrics

[Hook: Future and Snoop Dogg] You say you wanna take a ride? Get in I grew up on that other side, getting it in You n***as 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 [Verse 1: Snoop Dogg] Fighting, shooting, k**ing, riding Cripping, tripping, spitting fire 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 Whatever suits ya And get a few thangs from my cousin Future Now I'm back on and popping like Trapping, rapping in the cut Talk sh**, I f** you up They don't recognize who I am or where I'm from So I hit the strip club banging 20 Crip cause Treble with the ba**, put that thang up in yo shavening And leave yo body bleeding on the pavement [Hook] [Verse 2: Future] How many a ride for you, open up that fire for you You gotta question a n***a standing next to you, cut him off I grew up on the side you gotta make yourself a boss n***as'll sh** 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 guitar play, brrrat! [Hook] [Verse 3: Future] Slang a bunch of packs, and go and snatch a Benzo I played them streets as a young n***a, ain't never liked Nintendo Them gangstas in the yard, them my motherf**ing kinfolk They'll kidnap you and yo broad (in broad) daylight, no pretendo I grew up 'round a bunch of monsters, call 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 [Hook]