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
top, blast off Yeah, yo Aiyyo, I take it up top for my peeps Cracks in they Jeeps, don't sleep till they 6 feet deep No 'lax' in my tracks they potent Fuck homicide
here for the fam that's there when I need 'em Yo, uh uh uh, hello, it gotta be the same cats I can tell by they strange acts When they mumble to each other
Ever since I saw your eyes, you gave me butterflies, ... you were different from all the other guys, You've been keeping me up, I'm flying high, A ninja
malicious intent My skin color's got me trapped in a never ending ghetto I move to the hills, but I can never let go The gun shots and the homicides
'Cause when we cruisin', thangs is all good And that goes for every vato in the hood Now sometimes it's hard to show the other side Especially when my crew is caught up in a homicide
one fool through his fuckin' mouth Why would they step when they know we're strapped? I never cruise L.A without a gat in my lap The other fool shot
be" Let's peel their caps back Let's peel their caps back Twelve o'clock midnight, posse was airtight Twenty-five cars, under the streetlights Some people talked, while others
loses his life Gunshot wound to the head Street violence is at an all-time high No jokin', I'm sleepin' with my eyes open Wanted for a homicide ride
snitch niggas is waitin? Old G?s sayin? how I remind them on how they used to be If you never heard of me yet Better get used to me Tho mo? money for guns, the mo? homicide
da hood I do it like no equal I do it for the red 6lacc yellow white people I just 6ouGht a K, Just the other day And I don't play with Grown men I
for the other side She's a sinner, a saint She'll run it cool and hot She's a secret agent You can believe it or not Killer eyes and homicidal sighs
house down, gotta buy another Don't forget the gas can, jealous stupid muthafuka To another chapter, paper dat I captured Caught up in da rapture off of gunshots and laughter Homicide
