He sent her a note telling her to be at the local ice cream shop at 5pm. "Don't be late and come alone. P.S. - Now look under the garbage can." All my
[Verse 1:] My name is Dayton, the triple gold killa, I be the reason for murder to a po black young nigga. Flow deep on your shit lookin' hella clean
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks] What kind of nigga run his yap with no gat (you) Shake his man hand and stab him in the back (you) Then catch a little case and
the other convicted Homicide The end of the line I will never forgive ya You're a cold hearted killer Homicide Oh oh homi say homicide on the highway Oh my my my Ohh oh oh Homicide
was young so I tend to fly I put my chain on, they saying it's homicide And I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide I got my change
with a view of a stone white ceiling and the back of your head And this quiet dark bed feels like the middle of nowhere And we beat each other up
Roam in your own zone Get kidnapped and clapped in your dome We go it sewn The firm art of war is unknown Lower your tone face it Homicide cases
do will get me up in prison, never seen me on the corner, never caught me with crack gotta dream of leavin the ghetto and aint comin back, homicide detective
That shit'll get you killed (get you killed) [Z-Ro] I wake up early in the evening, roll myself a cigarillo We talk to my Guerilla Maab, niggas'll roll solo All these other
someone For he for she For one (more poor boy), there's someone For him, for me Tricky & Martina : Your eyes resemble mine, you see as no others can
3] And I can't help but wonder whhyy So many young kids had to die Caught strays from AK's in a driveby Swollen pride and homicide, don't coincide
escapin in the fog Live yo' life like a hog nigga, me and my closest road dogz [Chorus: sung] Every ghetto street got a crosswalk Let me get to the other
barely breathin Puttin a bullet in mutherfuckers give me a reason See me and hope I'm intoxicated or slightly faded You tried to play me now homicide
Ha yeah, how long will they mourn me Yeah nigga 2Pac in this muthafucka (Tupac) All my homies drinking liquor Tears in everybody's eyes Niggas cried to mourn a homies homicide
[Intro: 2Pac] Only God can judge me, is that right? [synth voice] Only God can judge me now Only God baby, nobody else, nobody else All you other
of cats out there that's doin this now And a lot of cats out there that threw in the towel Some are new to the style, so they take time to learn Other
don't give a shit and mother fuck the other side Bitch you know I'm born to ride, H B and some murda minds Open up the suicide doors, call it homicide
