[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 aint 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]Niggas 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 aint 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 nigga
[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]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]Nigga 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
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[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