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This for my man yo, up
"I got a 187 on the of Farmers boulevard in Linden"
"Uh, related?"
"The usual"

I don't this in a disrespectful way
But Columbine in the ghetto every day
When the shit goes down y'all got nothin' to say

He kicked the old lady's door in, her on the floor
Choked her to death so she scream no more
He need some white chocolate, he it in his bones
He she refinanced and got a bank loan

He used to mow the lawn, take the out
Now she in the closet wit a sock in her
Copped a chain, some crills
Crack pipe in his windpipe, twistin' like a

Run around frontin', buyin' his kicks
Gassed a up so she can help her rent a whip
The other killer him out flashin' a knot
A well known murderer, check the ill

up Corey Buns, get him on the block
Niggas gotta eat, he front a lot
He through, straight strip search
He I'm comin' back and I'ma put in work

Niggas told him, ayo leave that alone
But pride with crack, had him in a zone
Prepared for shit than Depends
Eyes bloodshot through a lens

Niggas said Buns came lookin' strange
Yeah, Buns won't in his lane
Aight, Buns want fame
And caught two in the at point blank range

It's a, homicide, a homicide
a, homicide, just a homicide
It's a, homicide, a homicide
a, homicide, just a homicide

It's a, homicide, a homicide
It's a, homicide, just a
It's a, homicide, just a
It's a, homicide, a homicide

I don't this in a disrespectful way
But happens in the ghetto every day
When the shit goes y'all ain't got nothin' to say

Jamaician cat, treacherous
Used to smuggle burners up Texas
Had the ill crib out in
Took the money from the and copped a fishscale

Jamacian, real pretty nigga
Love puffin' blunts, bodies in the river
One of the illest niggas that the ever saw
Used to take loaded nines and 'em on the floor

He was from Brooklyn, and I don't the block
I met him at the flicks he on my rocks
We back to back, while I was slingin' raps
He was slingin' crack, I was fascinated by the stacks

with dangerous niggas and packin' gats
Uh, the shit thrill me, lookin' so clean, and livin' so
I his right hand man disappeared
They found his in the street somewhere

theories, niggas talkin' shit
Small world, I was to his right hand man's chick
She kept beepin' him he never back
they found him in the trunk his body was jet black

Pretty Jamacian kept his thing
Him and his older brother got up in a sting
Out on bail, by the feds, he caught seven in the head
What goes around, comes back
Nigga rest in peace they lay ya down

"Uh, central, officer, assistance is requested
We have a major here
Mrs.Winthrop's cat is in a tree"
"Roger, a car is on the way"

It's a, homicide, a homicide
a, homicide, just a homicide
It's a, homicide, a homicide
It's a, homicide, just a

I don't this in a disrespectful way
But Columbine happens in the ghetto day
When shit goes down y'all ain't got nothin' to say

"Central, the cat has rescued"

In the ghetto men are dyin' at alarmin' rates
Walkin' the street is like enterin' a
You never know if you gon win or
We walk around feelin and totally abused

front, I'ma millionaire livin' like a king
Still feenin' for shrimp, fried rice and chicken wings
feenin' for the vibe, only the ghetto bring
Pumpin' of pain only real niggas sing

finest, but there's one minus
The bodies on the battlefield that got left us
I'm sick and tired of to wakes
'Cuz niggas never look the in the casket

It's bugged out, they look like plastic
I shed tears, but use shades to it
"Mr. Media," where was you at when my man
When it was classified a related homicide

It's like the killer hit the suburbs
I ain't hear nothin', not a
"Mr. Media," us shed light on these homicides
Not Columbine, but all the time

a, homicide, just a homicide
It's a, homicide, just a
It's a, homicide, a homicide
It's a, homicide, just a

IIt's a, homicide, a homicide
It's a, homicide, just a
It's a, homicide, a homicide
It's a, homicide, a homicide