Viper - Homicide lyrics
[Viper - Homicide lyrics]
Now it's time for a glide
Past your ride, it's homicide
Now it's time for a glide
Past your ride, it's homicide
Yeah, I told your bitch-ass, dude
About what a G was gonna do
Heard you was goin' by your momma's house
And I'll be hiding low to
Make the bullets come out
Yeah motherfucker, you got done
Thought you was on the top
But you wasn't number one
I caught all the words you said
About how you wanted a baller dead
But you got caught first
Now you headin' for a laid back hearse
I chilled in the cut
Then jumped by your ride
Three shots' what's up
And I did it real fast
Silencer put on there
You didn't hear the blast
Yeah, I did the job right
Playin' decision, now I'm out in the night
Now it's time for a glide
Past your ride, it's homicide
Now it's time for a glide
Past your ride, it's homicide
Yeah, now what's the deal?
I'm sittin' back laughin' bout it
How I did the kill finished the job quick
Got your boys looking like
You're playin' pick-up-sticks
I caught all you busta's
Checkmate, faggot-ass, snitch made cluckers
And you knew I was a fool
And I heard through the grapevine
What you was gon' do
And you punks couldn't do shit
'Cause I was the first G to make the hit
Aimed right by your low and let the 44 blow
I hit your boys in the chest
And you in your mug now y'all sittin' stiff
Givin' each other hugs end of story
I finished on top, with all the glory
Now it's time for a glide
Past your ride, it's homicide
Now it's time for a glide
Past your ride, it's homicide
Past your ride, it's homicide
Now it's time for a glide
Past your ride, it's homicide
Yeah, I told your bitch-ass, dude
About what a G was gonna do
Heard you was goin' by your momma's house
And I'll be hiding low to
Make the bullets come out
Yeah motherfucker, you got done
Thought you was on the top
But you wasn't number one
I caught all the words you said
About how you wanted a baller dead
But you got caught first
Now you headin' for a laid back hearse
I chilled in the cut
Then jumped by your ride
Three shots' what's up
And I did it real fast
Silencer put on there
You didn't hear the blast
Yeah, I did the job right
Playin' decision, now I'm out in the night
Now it's time for a glide
Past your ride, it's homicide
Now it's time for a glide
Past your ride, it's homicide
Yeah, now what's the deal?
I'm sittin' back laughin' bout it
How I did the kill finished the job quick
Got your boys looking like
You're playin' pick-up-sticks
I caught all you busta's
Checkmate, faggot-ass, snitch made cluckers
And you knew I was a fool
And I heard through the grapevine
What you was gon' do
And you punks couldn't do shit
'Cause I was the first G to make the hit
Aimed right by your low and let the 44 blow
I hit your boys in the chest
And you in your mug now y'all sittin' stiff
Givin' each other hugs end of story
I finished on top, with all the glory
Now it's time for a glide
Past your ride, it's homicide
Now it's time for a glide
Past your ride, it's homicide