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