Homicide

MAC-10, MAC-11,
12 Gauge gon' get you acquainted with Heaven
My homie got .45s, it's gonna bang too
And his cousin got four 9s, and we brought them thangs too
It's gon' be a homicide
Round of applause when I clap 'em
It's always gon' stick in my head; that shit that you did, ain't no coming back from
Can't sit it aside, ain't shit gonna slide
There ain't no need for this mask on when the tip of this 9 stick to your spine
Bitch, I'll be sending you back home
I'll leave you in the past tense when I reach for the Wesson
It's a battle of classes, and we finna teach 'em a lesson
Just 'cause we from both sides don't mean we got same views
'Cause you from the hoe side, we don't fill the same shoes
I love to see 'em duck and move when the thing spray
I'm shootin' don't be in that screenplay
Got your bitch, and she do what the king say
Hit the cart then she cummin' like eBay
If they actin' up, get the .9, grip it tight
And there ain't no switchin' sides when I'm grippin' my
MAC-10, MAC-11,
12 Gauge gon' get you acquainted with Heaven
My homie got .45s, it's gonna bang too
And his cousin got four .9s, and we brought them thangs too
It's gon' be a homicide
Round of applause when I clap 'em
It's always gon' stick in my head; that shit that you did, ain't no coming back from
Can't sit it aside, ain't shit gonna slide
There ain't no need for this mask on when the tip of this 9 stick to your spine
Bitch, I'll be sending you back home
You knew I touched down in Cali
You was insta-spying me
And then you really out here actin' like you
jacked my spot, really bitch, it's the irony
I used to try to skip a line to eat
Now I never spit a line for free
I'm the shit, this bitch declined me, dismissed me, now she's like "It's the eyes for me"
It's gon' be a -
*whoo*
Now I'm on top like I told you, the fuck that you thought that it was
And you not killing the buzz
I keep it real with my blood
Shit made of steel, it don't budge
And you can still be spared b, so don't dare me
And you better say a prayer if you scary
'cause I carry
MAC-10, MAC-11,
12 Gauge gon' get you acquainted with Heaven
My homie got .45s, it's gonna bang too
And his cousin got four 9s, and we brought them thangs too
It's gon' be a homicide
Round of applause when I clap 'em
It's always gon' stick in my head; that shit that you did, ain't no coming back from
Can't sit it aside, ain't shit gonna slide
There ain't no need for this mask on when the tip of this 9 stick to your spine
Bitch, I'll be sending you back home