Cam’ron - Homicide lyrics

29-5 live the courts are pigeon
Blame the economy the courts are living
Of course im living, bought some linen
Take a courts on winning, forts of women
Monday through Friday the Porsche is driven

Change the range to Thursdays put that away
Hard top Wednesdays, drop top Saturdays
Sundays Piscataway, 8 Ki's I have we lay
Half today
My whole island like Gilligan it's fast away

Probation over yeah
Ima catch some new charges
Crime the frickasy recipe, mess with me
40th my pedigree, Big L regale

RIP to hand me legs, some name stamp he said
Saying my dear you tomorrow
Your families dead
You a fag, fairy, no homo that's scary
Don't mean a email or phone
When I say blackberry

It's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide
It's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide
It's a homicide some here unlucky died
Yellow tape damn
Right outside Kentucky fried

Figure I stay and lock it
Fuck it 380 cock it
King Jaffe Joe, I feel like Spacely Sprockets
Come and weight these pockets
The profit's display these profit's
Play no way to stop it, my engine 80 rockets

No Yao Ming, No T-Mac
Lambo, skeet rat, 300 G stacks
Want to place a bet please match
Or breeze back
Offensive coordinator hater, I read traps

These niggas need naps
They bitches got weave naps
Believe that fuck with my a
Seeds and you'll get seized, snatched
Over these pack we cap knee caps, teeth caps
Believe that fill your tweets, beat your raps

Damn cam you did it to consumers
White and red boomers, blue and red laguna's
Dead all the rumors
All these rappers are my juniors
Ma you can't swim, well come follow the tuna

Full moon, we got girls to moon us
No cuddling ma, you won't spoon us
Don't spit game, just sell rick jamees
Baby boy my nick name is switch lanes

Slash stick change, slash get brain
Slash that nigga, slash make it rain
Slash tell summer girl, get the summer Z's
Know whats in the dungaree's, a hundred G's