He sent her a note telling her to be at the local ice cream shop at 5pm. "Don't be late and come alone. P.S. - Now look under the garbage can." All my
[Verse 1:] My name is Dayton, the triple gold killa, I be the reason for murder to a po black young nigga. Flow deep on your shit lookin' hella clean
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks] What kind of nigga run his yap with no gat (you) Shake his man hand and stab him in the back (you) Then catch a little case and
the other convicted Homicide The end of the line I will never forgive ya You're a cold hearted killer Homicide Oh oh homi say homicide on the highway Oh my my my Ohh oh oh Homicide
was young so I tend to fly I put my chain on, they saying it's homicide And I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide I got my change
Verse One: Jamal Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin team Little '
funk And ’fuck tha police’ in the tape deck You should listen to me cuz there’s more to see Call my neighborhood a ghetto cuz it houses minorities The other
hard body) Carter carter Carter yeah Lets go Cash Money Young Money motherfuck the other side They can fuck with us if they want I bring 'em homicide
, blast off Yeah, yo Aiyyo, I take it up top for my peeps Cracks in they Jeeps, don't sleep till they 6 feet deep No 'lax' in my tracks they potent Fuck homicide
yeah Look, you could've got away but your response wasn't quick enough Can't preserve life 'cause the best wasn't thick enough Teflon, Napalm, Homicide
top, blast off Yeah, yo Aiyyo, I take it up top for my peeps Cracks in they Jeeps, don't sleep till they 6 feet deep No 'lax' in my tracks they potent Fuck homicide
here for the fam that's there when I need 'em Yo, uh uh uh, hello, it gotta be the same cats I can tell by they strange acts When they mumble to each other
Ever since I saw your eyes, you gave me butterflies, ... you were different from all the other guys, You've been keeping me up, I'm flying high, A ninja
malicious intent My skin color's got me trapped in a never ending ghetto I move to the hills, but I can never let go The gun shots and the homicides
'Cause when we cruisin', thangs is all good And that goes for every vato in the hood Now sometimes it's hard to show the other side Especially when my crew is caught up in a homicide
one fool through his fuckin' mouth Why would they step when they know we're strapped? I never cruise L.A without a gat in my lap The other fool shot
be" Let's peel their caps back Let's peel their caps back Twelve o'clock midnight, posse was airtight Twenty-five cars, under the streetlights Some people talked, while others