Homicide (feat. Snoop Dogg)

[Hook: Future and Snoop Dogg]

You say you wanna take a ride? Get in

I grew up on that other side, getting it in

You niggas selling a bunch of pies, snatch a Benz

I heard you say it's going down, I'm going 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

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]

Fighting, shooting, killing, riding

Cripping, tripping, spitting fye

In the kitchen, baking pies

Taking mines, making mines

Yellow tape, black gun

Fill it with them hollow shells

And leave the scene bloody

Buddy can't nobody tell

Catch a plane to the ATL

Lay low in a cheap motel

Whatever suits ya

And get a few thangs from my cousin Future

Now I'm back on and popping like

Trapping, rapping 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 banging 20 Crip cause

Treble with the bass, put that thang up in yo shavening

And leave yo body bleeding on the pavement

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Future]

Open up that fye

You gotta question a nigga standing next to you, cut him off

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I grew up on the side you gotta make yourself a boss

Niggas'll shit on you any chance they get

Cross you out on a lick

If you ain't ready for the ending then quit

It's a dirty world, you gotta get your hands dirty

I'm going for the title with my hands on the rifle

I put in the same work you put in, survival

Looking at my rival, they looking suicidal

Keep them bodies off wax, I can spot a rat

Let the play, brrrat!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Future]

Slang a bunch of packs, and go and snatch a Benzo

I played them streets as a young nigga, ain't never liked Nintendo

Them gangstas in the yard, them my motherfucking kinfolk

They'll kidnap you and yo broad (in broad) daylight, no pretendo

I grew up 'round a bunch of monsters, call that pressure on ya

Be so scared for ya life, you call the police on ya

You ready say you ready

You gon' starve or you want fetti? Yo life'll change a second

Good or bad, don't open yo mouth, make sure you shut it

Ain't no telling who listening, make a wise decision

I'm from 'cross the tracks, like Boosie

If you ride, you better know who shooting

[Hook]