You say you wanna take a ride? Get in
I grew up on that other side, gettin’ it in
You niggas sell a bunch a pot, then snatch a Benz
I heard you say ‘It’s goin’ down, I’m goin’ in’
Go tell ‘em it’s a homicide (murder)
Go tell ‘em it’s a homicide (murder murder)
Go tell ‘em it’s a homicide (murder murder)
Go tell ‘em it’s a homicide ya ya
Fightin’, shootin’, came in riot
Creepin’, trippin’, spittin’ fire
In the kitchen makin’ pies
Take it my’s, make it my’s
Yellow tape, black girlie
Fill them with them hollow shells
And leave the scene, blooded buddy, can’t nobody tell
Fetch a plane to the ATM
Make love in a cheap motel would ever suit ya
And get a few things from my cousin, Future
Now I’m back on and poppin’ like
Trappin’, rappin’ in the cut
Talk shit, I fuck you up
They don’t recognize who I am or where I’m from
So I hit the strip club, bangin’ twenty grip girls
Dreadful with the bass
Put that thing up and you’re shavin’ it
And leave your body bleedin’ on the pavement
You say you wanna take a ride? Get in
I grew up on that other side, gettin’ it in
You niggas sell a bunch a pot, then snatch a Benz
I heard you say ‘It’s goin’ down, I’m goin’ in’
Go tell ‘em it’s a homicide (murder)
Go tell ‘em it’s a homicide (murder murder)
Go tell ‘em it’s a homicide (murder murder)
Go tell ‘em it’s a homicide (murder murder) ya ya
How many your riffles?
Open up that five foot
You got a question, a nigga standin’ next to you, cut him off
I grew up on the side, you gotta make yourself a bunk
Niggas will shit on you any chance they get
Cross you out on the lease if you ain’t ready for the impudent queef
It’s a dirty world, you gotta get your hands dirty
I’m goin’ for the title with my hands on a riffle
I put it in the same where you put in your survival
Lookin’ at my rivals, they lookin’ suicidal
Keep them bodies off wax, I can spot a rack
Let me put you off the play
You say you wanna take a ride? Get in
I grew up on that other side, gettin’ it in
You niggas sell a bunch a pot, then snatch a Benz
I heard you say ‘It’s goin’ down, I’m goin’ in’
Go tell ‘em it’s a homicide (murder)
Go tell ‘em it’s a homicide (murder murder)
Go tell ‘em it’s a homicide (murder murder)
Go tell ‘em it’s a homicide (murder murder) ya ya
Sling a bunch of pals and go and snatch a Benz oh
I play them streets as y’all niggas, play never like Nintendo
You gangstaz in the yard and my motherfuckin’ Kenvo
I kidnap you and your broad, daylight, no contendo
I grew ‘round a bunch of monsters, got that pressure on you
Be so scared for your life you call the police on you
You ready, say you ready
You gon start or you gon fail it
Your life will change a second
Good and bad, now up your mouth, make sure you said it
Ain’t no tellin’ who listens, make a wise decision
I pull coaches, tracks like boostin’
When you ride you’d better know who’s shootin’
You say you wanna take a ride? Get in
I grew up on that other side, gettin’ it in
You niggas sell a bunch a pot, then snatch a Benz
I heard you say ‘It’s goin’ down, I’m goin’ in’
Go tell ‘em it’s a homicide (murder)
Go tell ‘em it’s a homicide (murder murder)
Go tell ‘em it’s a homicide (murder murder)
Go tell ‘em it’s a homicide (murder murder) ya ya.
compositores: NAYVADIUS WILBURN,RODNEY R. JR. HILL,JON JOSEF P. MILLER,CALVIN CORDAZOR BROADUS
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