| Now what the fuck is homicide? |
| How meany times I pretend that shit is suicide? |
| Motherfuckers waiting to get shot in the corner of their rival territory |
| and when you get done (crying oises) everybody sad |
| Motherfucker you know what you had coming |
| So peep this motherfucker |
| Now let this enemy |
| Wreck this melody |
| Said to get crazy |
| Bitch you cant face me Wanna come close |
| Here it goes like Swayze |
| You wanna get cautions |
| Leave that ass nautions |
| Remember enemies falling |
| Homicide now suicides calling |
| Back from the pits |
| Now guess whos here |
| Loked Lil One |
| That boy you fear |
| Full of that sickness |
| Digging up bitches |
| Kick it with witches |
| Give me three sixes |
| Bitch in the makin, fakin |
| Raddle and snakin |
| You bout to be taken |
| Out for the ride of your life and die |
| Victim found dead why |
| Nobody knows suicide |
| Nobody cares homicide |
| Now this could of been what? |
| Suicide |
| Or maybe this could of been? |
| Homicide |
| Nobody knows |
| Suicide |
| Nobody cares |
| Homicide |
| Spirits released like a parole |
| Never been holy |
| Fool you dont know me Slowly got em all thinking |
| Have I been drinking |
| What the fuck this man thinking |
| Well death, I think its hypnosis |
| You in a coffin full of dead roses |
| Now wasnt that thought full of me Well it should be Your death realy could be me Come and dismiss you |
| Death wanna kiss you |
| Fuck them tissue |
| Bitch I wont miss you |
| Never been effected |
| Learned or excepted |
| Cant resurrected |
| Fuckin neglected |
| What your memory? |
| Say you’ll remember me Fuck that bury me Fuck whats said of me Cause your all guilty |
| And your all filthy |
| And I dont want ya See ya when I haunt ya Now before I say farewell |
| Let the man tell ya Fool your a failure |
| Whos gonna save ya No one, thats who |
| This coming at you |
| Stiff like a statue |
| How I’m looking at you |
| Lil One told ya The worl full of cobras |
| Even real soldiers |
| Look over their shoulders |
| Now suppose you foes outside |
| And you know the boys packed |
| And you ain’t got jack |
| And a what will you do You already knew |
| If you step to the boy |
| Then your ass was through |
| Well you did |
| And thats suicide |
| And you took your own life with homicide |
| So watch who you trust |
| Or who you might fuck with |
| Fuck with the wrong one |
| Your in for a long one |
| So fuck that bull about redrum |
| Bitch motherfucker you might be a dead one |