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LL Cool J - Homicide
LL Cool J - Homicide

This for my man yo... word up

[Radio transmission]
I got a 187 on the corner of Farmers boulevard in Linden.
Uh, drug related?
The usual.

I don't mean this in a disrespectful way
But Columbine happens in the ghetto every day
When the shit goes down y'all aint got nothing to say

He kicked the old lady's door in
threw her on the floor
Choked her to death so she don't 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
Niggas gotta eat
plus he front alot
He came through
straight strip search
He said I'm comin back
and I'ma put in work
Niggas told him
ayo leave that shit alone
But pride mixed with crack
had him in a zone
Prepared for more shit than Depends
Eyes bloodshot through a Cardier lens
Niggas said Buns came through lookin strange
Yeah
Buns won't stay in his lane
Aight
Buns want ghetto fame
And caught two in the Ukraine at point blank range

It's a
Homicide
just a Homicide [8X]

I don't mean this in a disrespectful way
But Columbine happens in the ghetto every day
When the shit goes down y'all 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 nigga
Love puffin blunts
throwin bodies in the river
One of the illest niggas that the world ever saw
Used to take loaded nines and throw 'em on the floor
He was from Brooklyn
and I don't 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 niggas and packin gats
Uh
the shit thrill me
lookin so clean
and livin so filthy
I heard his right hand man disappeared
They found his bike in the st.reet somewhere
Conspiracy theories
niggas talkin shit
Small world
I was close to his right hand man's 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
Nigga rest in peace when they lay ya down

[Radio transmission]
Uh, central, your assistance is requested we have a major crisis here
Mrs. Winthrop's cat is stuck in a tree.
Roger, a squad car is on the way.

It's a
Homicide
just a Homicide[4X]

I don't mean this in a disrespectful way
But Columbine happens in the ghetto every day
When this shit goes down y'all aint got nothing to say

[Radio transmission]
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
Can't front
I'ma 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 niggas sing
Queens finest
but there's one minus
The bodies on the battlefield that got left behind us
I'm sick and tired of going to wakes
Cuz niggas never look the same in the casket
It's 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
It's 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

It's a
Homicide
just a Homicide[8X]

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. . . . . LL Cool J - Homicide This for my man yo... word up [Radio transmission] I got a 187 on the corner of Farmers boulevard in Linden.
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