Homicide-LL Cool J

[00:00.56]Artist：ll cool j [00:01.38]Songs Title：homicide [00:02.37]This for my man yo... word up [00:06.00]I got a 187 on the corner of farmers boulevard in linden. [00:08.05]Uh, drug related? [00:08.93]The usual. [00:10.93]I dont mean this in a disrespectful way [00:13.05]But columbine happens in the ghetto every day [00:15.55]When the shit goes down yall ain't got nothing to say [00:18.52] [00:20.59]He kicked the old ladys door in, threw her on the floor [00:23.28]Choked her to death so she dont scream no more [00:25.84]He need some white chocolate, he feel it in his bones [00:28.63]He heard she refinanced and got a bank loan [00:30.63]He used to mow the lawn, take the garbage out [00:33.57]Now she in the closet wit a sock in her mouth [00:36.68]Copped a chain, copped some crills [00:38.25]Crack pipe in his windpipe, twistin like a drill [00:41.25]Run around frontin, buyin his mens kicks [00:43.86]Gassed a broad up so she can help her rent a whip [00:46.55]The other killer peeped him out flashin a knot [00:48.73]A well known murderer, check the ill plot [00:51.35]Call up corey buns, get him on the block [00:54.04]Niggas gotta eat, plus he front alot [00:57.65]He came through, straight strip search [00:59.09]He said Im comin back, and ima put in work [01:01.02]Homicide mother****er told him, ayo leave that shit alone [01:04.14]But pride mixed with crack, had him in a zone [01:07.38]Prepared for more shit than depends [01:09.32]Eyes bloodshot through a cardier lens [01:11.00]Niggas said buns came through lookin strange [01:14.43]Yeah, buns wont stay in his lane [01:16.93]Aight, buns want ghetto fame [01:19.30]And caught two in the ukraine at point blank range [01:22.05]Its a, homicide, just a homicide [01:23.91] [01:43.19]I dont mean this in a disrespectful way [01:45.00]But columbine happens in the ghetto every day [01:47.56]When the shit goes down yall ain't got nothing to say [01:51.97] [01:52.91]Jamaician cat, real treacherous [01:54.28]Used to smuggle burners up from texas [01:56.90]Had the ill crib out in rosedale [01:59.90]Took the money from the trunk and copped a fishscale [02:02.89]Chinese jamacian, real pretty bitch [02:05.58]Love puffin blunts, throwin bodies in the river [02:07.89]One of the illest niggas that the world ever saw [02:10.70]Used to take loaded nines and throw em on the floor [02:13.32]He was from brooklyn, and I dont know the block [02:15.93]I met him at the flicks he commented on my rocks [02:18.56]We rolled back to back, while I was slingin raps [02:21.42]He was slingin crack, I was seventeen fascinated by the stacks [02:24.42]Runnin with dangerous niggas and packin gats [02:29.73]Uh, the shit thrill me, lookin so clean, and livin so filthy [02:32.48]I heard his right hand man disappeared [02:36.78]They found his bike in the street somewhere [02:39.08]Homicide Conspiracy theories, niggas talkin shit [02:41.65]Small world, I was close to his right hand mans chick [02:44.26]She kept beepin him he never called back [02:46.45]When they found him in the trunk his body was jet black [02:49.50]Pretty jamacian kept doin his thing [02:50.81]Him and his older brother got caught up in a sting [02:54.56]Out on bail, pressure by the feds, he caught seven in the head [02:58.12]What goes around, comes back around [03:01.80]Bitch rest in peace when they lay ya down [03:05.35] [03:06.72]Uh, central, your assistance is requested we have a major crisis here [03:10.97]Mrs. winthrops cat is stuck in a tree. [03:13.35]Roger, a squad car is on the way. [03:15.34]Its a, homicide, just a homicide [03:16.80] [03:25.36]I dont mean this in a disrespectful way [03:27.29]But columbine happens in the ghetto every day [03:29.66]When this shit goes down yall aint got nothing to say [03:32.98]Central, the cat has been rescued. [03:34.98]In the ghetto black men are dying at alarming rates [03:37.66]Walkin the street is like entering a sweepstakes [03:39.59]You never know if you gon win or lose [03:42.40]We walk around feelin confused and totally abused [03:44.46]Cant front, ima millionaire livin like a king [03:47.89]Still feenin for that shrimp, fried rice and chicken wings [03:50.20]Still feenin for the vibe, only the ghetto bring [03:52.88]Pumpin songs of pain only real niggas sing [03:55.38]Queens finest, but theres one minus [03:58.00]The bodies on the battlefield that got left behind us [04:00.44]Im sick and tired of going to wakes [04:02.80]Cuz niggas never look the same in the casket [04:05.43]Its bugged out, they skin look like plastic [04:07.92]I shed tears, but use shades to mask it [04:10.23]Mr. media, where was you at when my man died [04:13.54]When it was classified a drug related homicide [04:15.53]Its like until the killer hit the suburbs [04:18.34]I aint hear nothing, not a word [04:20.78]Mr. media, help us shed light on these homicides [04:22.90]Not just columbine, but all the time [04:26.21]Its a, homicide, just a homicide