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lirik lagu ll cool j - homicide

this for my man yo, word up
“i got a 187 on the corner of farmers boulevard in linden”
“uh, drug related?”
“the usual”

i don’t mean this in a disrespectful way
but columbine happens in the ghetto every day
when the sh-t goes down y’all ain’t got nothin’ to say

he kicked the old lady’s door in, threw her on the floor
choked her to death so she don’t scream no more
he need some white chocolate, he feel it in his bones
he heard she refinanced and got a bank loan

he used to mow the lawn, take the garbage out
now she in the closet wit a sock in her mouth
copped a chain, copped some crills
crack pipe in his windpipe, twistin’ like a drill

run around frontin’, buyin’ his mens kicks
g-ssed a broad up so she can help her rent a whip
the other killer peeped him out flashin’ a knot
a well known murderer, check the ill plot

call up corey buns, get him on the block
n-gg-s gotta eat, plus he front a lot
he came through, straight strip search
he said i’m comin’ back and i’ma put in work

n-gg-s told him, ayo leave that sh-t alone
but pride mixed with crack, had him in a zone
prepared for more sh-t than depends
eyes bloodshot through a cardier lens

n-gg-s said buns came through lookin’ strange
yeah, buns won’t stay in his lane
aight, buns want ghetto fame
and caught two in the ukraine at point blank range

it’s a, homicide, just a homicide
it’s a, homicide, just a homicide
it’s a, homicide, just a homicide
it’s a, homicide, just a homicide

i don’t mean this in a disrespectful way
but columbine happens in the ghetto every day
when the sh-t goes down y’all ain’t got nothin’ to say

jamaician cat, real treacherous
used to smuggle burners up from texas
had the ill crib out in rosedale
took the money from the trunk and copped a fishscale

chinese jamacian, real pretty n-gg-
love puffin’ blunts, throwin’ bodies in the river
one of the illest n-gg-s that the world ever saw
used to take loaded nines and throw ’em on the floor

he was from brooklyn, and i don’t know the block
i met him at the flicks he commented on my rocks
we rolled back to back, while i was slingin’ raps
he was slingin’ crack, i was seventeen fascinated by the stacks

runnin’ with dangerous n-gg-s and packin’ gats
uh, the sh-t thrill me, lookin’ so clean, and livin’ so filthy
i heard his right hand man disappeared
they found his bike in the street somewhere

conspiracy theories, n-gg-s talkin’ sh-t
small world, i was close to his right hand man’s chick
she kept beepin’ him he never called back
when they found him in the trunk his body was jet black

pretty jamacian kept doin his thing
him and his older brother got caught up in a sting
out on bail, pressure by the feds, he caught seven in the head
what goes around, comes back around
n-gg- rest in peace when they lay ya down

“uh, central, officer, your -ssistance is requested
we have a major crisis here
mrs.winthrop’s cat is stuck in a tree”
“roger, a squad car is on the way”

it’s a, homicide, just a homicide
it’s a, homicide, just a homicide
it’s a, homicide, just a homicide
it’s a, homicide, just a homicide

i don’t mean this in a disrespectful way
but columbine happens in the ghetto every day
when this sh-t goes down y’all ain’t got nothin’ to say

“central, the cat has been rescued”

in the ghetto black men are dyin’ at alarmin’ rates
walkin’ the street is like enterin’ a sweepstakes
you never know if you gon win or lose
we walk around feelin confused and totally abused

can’t front, i’ma millionaire livin’ like a king
still feenin’ for that shrimp, fried rice and chicken wings
still feenin’ for the vibe, only the ghetto bring
pumpin’ songs of pain only real n-gg-s sing

queens finest, but there’s one minus
the bodies on the battlefield that got left behind us
i’m sick and tired of goin’ to wakes
‘cuz n-gg-s never look the same in the casket

it’s bugged out, they skin look like plastic
i shed tears, but use shades to mask it
“mr. media,” where was you at when my man died
when it was cl-ssified a drug related homicide

it’s like until the killer hit the suburbs
i ain’t hear nothin’, not a word
“mr. media,” help us shed light on these homicides
not just columbine, but all the time

it’s a, homicide, just a homicide
it’s a, homicide, just a homicide
it’s a, homicide, just a homicide
it’s a, homicide, just a homicide

iit’s a, homicide, just a homicide
it’s a, homicide, just a homicide
it’s a, homicide, just a homicide
it’s a, homicide, just a homicide

- lirik lagu ll cool j

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