Homicide - Tha Backyard lyrics

[Homicide] Red rum on my mind, and my system full of chronic Check on the lap and the redbull in my stomach Wild wild Westwood, n***as love to ride Weedie, John, Vito, we go, back to the hood Westwood I said Whenever I got static get the A-K with the infrared I'm makin' hoes drop like a sniper b**hes talkin' sh** I won't hesitate to strike her, Down Actin' like a psycho from that buddah Homicide's a k**a because Homicide's a shoota N-I-Double G-A number 9 is a k**a Bruno with the C-T-O and thats on the forilla n***as dyin' 9 mm shells are flyin' Through a n***as dome, now the morgue is there home Blown away by A the K, 47 reason 50 shells I can spray Ay Homicide ain't got no static n***a 9 never havin' no problem Pollute got the 4-5 automatic For the b**hes always tryin' to come hard son This is the backyard [n***a 9] Ay let n***a 9 on this motherf**er S-T-H-M-E-M; where I come from Time for some action, one for all, all for one The back yard thicker than a constipated pigeon Droppin' bombs like eggs from a chicken I know a girl named Nina, black cougar, got 17 kids last name Lou Pollute in the house, can you dig it? Droppin' marks of like Baridi A drive a-by comin from I kick ya head f**in loose From my so notty notty notty notty dreads Long Duece, South Park, Westwood trigga lota dead You thicker than this sh**, I can't tell Gangsta Black'll whoop that b**h Flipin n whoopin n scrapin n dumpin motherf**ers in the ditch, Chyea It don't get no deeper, you gettin weaker Put up your guard, this is the backyard [Juicy J] Mothaf**in sh** don't stop Gangsta Blac drop this sh** [Gangsta Blac] I'm totally insane I'm loosin' my f**in mind My eyes are gettin bigger, I think that I'm goin blind The dope is in my veins, my mind it just can't hang I'm loosin' my way of speach, I'm talkin' alot of slang I slip off all in a daze my thoughts they back track My theory is gangsta k** while sippin' on Similac I'm loosin a lot of a weight, a drug addict no I ain't My momma she died clean, my father I have to thank I'm raised up a ba*tard child, and that's why I'm hostile The patience I have none, a menace since ? Created a gangsta see, now Memphis don't want me Eventual criminal, I'm fightin' my enemy My cap is to the side, a war is bout to start A gangsta gets in the house, I'm flexin' with backyard [Juicy J] Goddamn we gunna take a trip to Black Haven k**aman drop that sh** [D.J. Paul] It's the motherf**in back yard crew ho 1234 hundred motherfukers at your door You gotta go ain't a mothaf**in thang changed Still kickin my hat to the right But some little gang n***as wanna fight But back to the subject of the other ho I got em switched you play me ruthless I can't tell b**h The sh** is too mothaf**in thick The backyard is too mothaf**in hard