Homicide (Remix)

Fuck that
Kill it on the gram with the hype beast
Coming thru the back with a snack and some high knees
Got it on the track like I’m serving up some
Chinese
Gotta bring em back like a smack from a high priest
I see
ID’s
Can I get some ice please?
Rum in my cup like they pump it through an IV
Side piece
Five deep
Killin all you high key
Bustin through the door with my all white Nikes
Nicely
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Clip that
With the chit chat
Got me In the back of the coupe when I hit that
Smoking out the bag with the homie like riff raff
Hit you in the chest like an overweight bean bag
Seen that
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Wait a minute I dreamed that
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Cause you know when I go cause I need that
Cause I got it on lock like u bumpin 2 pac with a legend in the making don’t lean back
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FUCK THAT
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I got it on the track ya I got it in the lab with no pen or pad ya don’t need that
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Coming off the dome
With a swirly and a cone
Cause I got it in the air please - you don’t wanna breathe that
Don’t wanna keep that
Don’t wanna see that
Don’t wanna drink that
Don’t wanna peep that
Got too shots in the glock while I’m headed to the top while they are bendin over they can’t see that
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Cause I change ur life and I...
Change ur life and I...
Take the shot and I...
Take the shot and I...
Roll it up and I...
Roll it up and I...
Light that bitch and I...
Light that bitch and I...

Gotta Get it back like I’m waiting on a rebate
2 plates
Gotta make it back to the cheesecake
Hold up
Waiting on a mother fucking remake
To make
House shake waiting on a earthquake
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Can’t get back what lacks the bag of cheese
I Got your back no doubt like back to back with me
Bring your strap to slap the pack just wait and see
Coming back with traps collapse we stackin cheese
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12 in the stands with their money in their hands but you know that they can’t get me to say nothing

With the bass bumpin
I’ll be Cleaning out the pot with a the syrup on the side cause Cause I hate muffins

“You hate muffins?” - person
I don’t hate muffins - Mayhem
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Got a little stuck so I gotta change it up
I be losing my mind when you say something

I be coming off the dome with my lady on the phone cause I hate bluffing

Fuck with me cause I can change it up
I can do anything make a new game up
Cause all of the lyrics be fucking your psyche
We chilling it back - we got drinks in Hawaii
You hating so bad - but yo bitches look grimy
You look in the mirror - you start feelin so mighty
We changing the game why u being so whiny
We living our life while u stretching ur Hiney
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Tell the truth cause I’ll take us back and I
To the time where the crimes were prime and Im
Popping off with a circle of hurt in the sky
Three mags and I’m totally merkin this guy
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Get lost
4 you gotta get tossed
Shit talk
Kick rocks
Cause u met the hit boss
Clipped off
You got it
Cause I’m killing hip hop
Cause I’m headed to the top like I’m taking lift off
And u soft

MAYHEM