Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases
Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
The only thing hotter than my flow is the block (inhale and exhale)
That's why I left this snow biz, and got into show biz
Let's get this clear, it ain't on 'til I say it's on, (pause), it's on
I'm eatin', ya'll niggas fastin' like it's Rimadon
Bowlish way in Lebanon, know 50 the bomb
I be at the edge of the bar, sippin' a Don
I keep the bottle just in case, you never know when it's on
This worries bump, I can't go wrong, my team's too strong
You want war? I take you to war, now that my money long
Why you broke? cat's buy the by lines and fantasize
The way I'm spittin', put TV's in everything I'm sittin'
While I'm hot to death, I'm gonna say this to all you playa haters
Ya'll should hate the game, not the playas (c'mon)
I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases
Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
(50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)
Everyday is bugged, niggas'll come to a club
To try to show you they a thug, instead of showing some love
Now, what you think you chump me, If I let you bump me
When I'm about to make a mill, faster than you make a G (haha)
I know I lie, it's a habit, I vow to clean the city like the mayor
And in the crack game, I'm a franchise player
Niggas be thinkin' I be out to lunch with mines
Then in crunch time, I start hittin' 'em hard with punch lines
You cats got to be sick, to think 50 can't spit
Better check my batting average, I always make hits
My flows leave these rap cats ketro (ketro), all across the metro (metro)
Plus I pack a cannon, up under my marple cannon
They fake, they look like money, but ain't worth half the cake
Have me runnin' from Jake, in a GS with bad brakes
They want to knock me take, for Christ sakes
(50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)
I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases
Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
(50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)
I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases
Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
(50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)
Yo, son remember them fake playas
Who try to play us at The Shark Club in Vegas
Had them tight linen blazers, and beat up gators
Lookin' like last year's playas, (pause)
Yeah, I could tell they dough was low
When we came through the do'
I copped a case of Cristal, and copped one bottle of Mo
From the looking through face, and the bulge in his waist, he holdin'
(Yeah he's packin', I can see his rack
The one in the middle, he a big man, I dealt with him son)
Yeah, so I expect look like they ain't had a run, since ' 81
They ain't here on a hunt for food,
So they could catch you, some cash, and expensive jewels
I'm gonna crash 'em with this bottle if he move
I ain't the one son, my shit ain't come easy
It won't go easy, believe me
I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases
Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
(50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)
I bought a whole O to smoke
I’m riding high
My n-ggas with me, they down to ride
I got my change up, they looking like they surprised
Got n-ggas hatin’ on me hard cause my paper right
Money from the flo’ way up to the sky
Now they wanna know and they wonder why
I got my wings when I was young so I tend to fly
I put my chain on, they saying it’s homocide
And I’m killin’ ‘em, it’s homocide
I’m killin’ ‘em, it’s homocide
I got my change up, they looking like they surprised
N-ggas hatin’ on me hard cause my paper right
But I’m killin’ ‘em, it’s homocide
I’m killin’ ‘em, it’s homocide
I got my wings when I was young so I tend to fly
I put my chain on, they saying it’s homocide
I’m killin’ ‘em
First 48, first 48
Took out 50 racks and blew the first 48
I aint worried about spending bread cause I got more to make
Soon as they see that Maserati they gone surely hate
Hundred for a show, can you afford a date
And that’s just one show, imagine what my tour gon make
Police ran up on my tour bus
But hey my n-ggas more money more problems
More lawyers on the case
N-ggas at the Grammy’s
I was at the crib working
Heard they little dis but I’m just being the big person
Never been trained, still my aim near perfect
Everything I spits murder, bow
[Chorus]
[Chevy Woods]
With black on black cars coming through
Presidential sh-t, tints on the whip
So dark can’t see who riding in that bitch
Suits and tie’s no questions why
Somebody get a box ready for these guys
No four door, had the coupe that ride
That eagle right here if you wanna feel fly
No games though, no names spoke
This crack right here, cocaine flow
I don’t know what you doing but I’m paid bro
Yeah I pitch that 9 like pedro
[Wiz Khalifa]
Stuck in the car with my n-gga I’m ready to ride
We on our way to the top, watch that paper rise
[Chevy Woods]
Keep telling everybody what you gonna do
Middle finger like f-ck what you going through
All I know is that money that I’m going to
And them gang gang boys wanna bore you
Like wassup cuz I told you
Just money in the pocket, fold you
T-A-Y-L-O-R G-A-N-G Gang
i don’t make everyone happy…..but it’s ok….it’s ok
i’ve been through this before
it’s nothing new…nothing new
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
don’t worry about whatcha done now cause it’s ok…it’s ok...yeah, yeah
it’s a test to see how much you can take…it’s nothin new…
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
why won’t someone help me
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 shit goes down y'all aint got nothing 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
Gassed 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
Niggas gotta eat, plus he front alot
He came through, straight strip search
He said I'm comin back, and I'ma put in work
Niggas told him, ayo leave that shit alone
But pride mixed with crack, had him in a zone
Prepared for more shit than Depends
Eyes bloodshot through a Cardier lens
Niggas 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
I don't mean this in a disrespectful way
But Columbine happens in the ghetto every day
When the shit goes down y'all aint got nothing 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 nigga
Love puffin blunts, throwin bodies in the river
One of the illest niggas 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 niggas and packin gats
Uh, the shit 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, niggas talkin shit
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
Nigga rest in peace when they lay ya down
"Uh, central, your assistance 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
I don't mean this in a disrespectful way
But Columbine happens in the ghetto every day
When this shit goes down y'all aint got nothing to say
"Central, the cat has been rescued."
In the ghetto black men are dying at alarming rates
Walkin the street is like entering 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 niggas sing
Queens finest, but there's one minus
The bodies on the battlefield that got left behind us
I'm sick and tired of going to wakes
Cuz niggas 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 classified a drug related homicide
It's like until the killer hit the suburbs
I aint hear nothing, not a word
"Mr. Media", help us shed light on these homicides
Not just Columbine, but all the time
29-5 live, the courts are pigeon
Blame the economy, the courts are living
Of course I'm 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
Sunday's Piscataway, 8 ki's I have we lay
Half today, my whole island like Gilligan, it's fast away
By the way, what's up, dawg? Who's hardest?
Probation over, yeah, I'ma catch some new charges
Crime the fricassee recipe, mess with me
40th my pedigree, Big L regale
R.I.P. 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 e-mail or phone when I say Blackberry
It's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide
It's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide
It's a homicide, someone unlucky died
Yellow tape damn, right outside Kentucky Fried
Figure I stay and lock it, fuck it 380 cock it
King Jaffi Joe, I feel like spacely rockets
Come and weight these pockets, the profits display these profits
Play no way to stop it and my engine 80 rockets
No Yao Ming, no T-Mac
Lambo, skeet rat, 300 G stacks
Wanna 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
It's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide
It's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide
It's a homicide, someone unlucky died
Yellow tape damn, right outside Kentucky Fried
It's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide
It's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide
It's a homicide, someone unlucky died
Yellow tape damn, right outside Kentucky Fried
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 James
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 what's in the dungaree's a hundred G's
It's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide
It's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide
It's a homicide, someone unlucky died
Yellow tape damn, right outside Kentucky Fried
It's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide
It's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide
It's a homicide, someone unlucky died
Yellow tape damn, right outside Kentucky Fried
i believe in homicide i rest my case, don't cast a sigh you'd better believe it, that's the truth of it take it or leave it, resign to it homicide, homicide, homicide, homicide no one cares when someone lies they'd rather say that it's a red alert you'd better believe it, that's the truth of it take it or leave it, resign to it homicide, homicide, homicide, homicide homicide, homicide, homicide, homicide you try to tell me it's his fault because he's down and let him lose this homicide all over town i'll take enough but i'll take it down what's your address, i'll write it down i'll be in touch so don't leave town in a big black car (solo) homicide, homicide, homicide i believe in homicide i rest my case, don't cast a sigh you'd better believe it, that's the truth of it, take it or leave it, resign to it homicide, homicide, homicide ,homicide homicide, homicide, homicide ,homicide homicide, homicide, homicide ,homicide homi, homi, homi, homi, homi, homi, homi, homi homi, homi, homi, homi, homi, homi, homi, homi homicide
Haha
Yeah
Take this shit back to the California streets
All y'all fools out there talkin about y'all gangbangin and shit
I hope you puttin in some work, fool
Check this out
We'll see who really down
[VERSE 1: Jayo Felony]
( ? ) I put in much work
I got my rep on the set for leavin buster niggas hurt
They shoulda never played it, now the hoes parade it
To see the Loc smokin sherm on stage with my shit braided
That's PCP if you can't comprehend
I'm puttin on my Karl Kani boots and I'm stompin men
Get em all muddy and bloody throw on the Chucks
What's happenin? Fools gettin bucked but I don't give a fuck
In Southeast it ain't no muthafuckin truce jumpin
Hot lead in your ass, my trey-deuce pumpin
I paid dues, nigga, don't act confused, nigga
Fuck around and make the 11 o'clock news, nigga
Cause I'ma carve my hood in your chest
In my piss is where all my enemies rest
That bitch straight snitched and then that hooker died
You'se a man or a mark, nigga? What's happenin on the homicide?
Wanna be
is you is or is you ain't
down
to put in work
on the other side
Nigga, we gotta get them fools on the other side
[VERSE 2: Jayo Felony]
Head to the border like Lil Richie get out the set
I fold clowns and hold shit down like a hairnet
They couldn't fade it soon as I got initiated
Blue and gray Pendleton, house gettin raided
Rollin through my hood where it's all good
Breakin niggas in the gamblin shack, I think we all should
Pitch in, nigga, stop bitchin, let's get fucked up
If we need some mo' ends these busters will get stuck up
You bitches ain't seein this fool cause I'm a gee in this
Nigga, you see this muthafuckin cup? I gotta pee in this
Will it come dirty or clean? Bitch, try again
I drank a gang of water and took all my niacins
Four pills a day to keep the punk-ass P.O.'s away
Hey hey hey, what's happenin on the AK?
Rest in peace for the locs, for they side they died
I don't be foolin shit but is you down for this homicide?
Wanna be
is you is or is you ain't
down
to put in work
on the other side
Nigga, we gotta get them fools on the other side
[ VERSE 3: Jayo Felony ]
In the pen I hit the ill beats on the table
Now I'm quick to start shit up like jumper cables
58715 was my number
Now I'm in your deck for the muthafuckin summer
So all you simps put a chain on your wife
I got gees in the feds and the state alike
Big Ron, Odie-Loc, P Roll ain't no fuckin joke
Fats just got out and now they got Balow
O.G. Thai Stick lettin niggas have it quick
Lil' Booya and Baby Booya take no shit
And these hoes on our dick like body lice, gee
Peace to my niggas Lil Tre Dog and Dicey
E-Dog still locked up for some bullshit
When Big Bull get out your throat's gettin slit
Cause all my niggas are down for the ride
I'm stayin true to this for life, what's happenin on the homicide?
Wanna be
is you is or is you ain't
down
to put in work
on the other side
"En ce 10 mai 1992,
la mort fit sont chemin jusqu'a lui.
D'un elan de folie il le tua par jalousie.
Cet hymne a la mort,
Nous l'avons composee pour toi Remy.
HOMICIDE"
Jour de fete, fete des mere,
Ont s'en christ, nous autres ont jam!
Y manque quelqu'un,
Que c'est qui fait?
Y manque Remy ou c'est qui est?
TV, radio, journaux
sont tout excites.
Y s'grouille le cul d'annoncer la nouvelle en premier!
Il se font un devoir
de vous montrer cette boucherie!
Car il n'a que 14 ans le responsable d'la tragedie!
Toe mon tabarnak,
On n'est pas pret de t'oublier!
Pour qui tu t'prend mon sacrament!
Pour decider d'faire gicler le sang!
T'es parents te haIssais,
C'est pour notre chum qu'on comprendra jamais!
T'es parents te ha&luml;ssais
Watch you smile through crooked teeth
Make your stand on broken feet
You can't hit what you cant see
What was once again will be
CHORUS
Get my ride on
Get my motherfuckin' homicide on
You can't fuck with me
(rap part)
Fools real to the wheels
But now I got my specks
Now it's time I pulled the game
And check don't let me pull my Cheque
You can't ride with the one - you don't know me
All the niggers like Hooper went homicidal with Tobey
Hey you
You puss cant fuck with me
You puss cant fuck with me
(rap part)
Close your eyes
Shut your mouth
Stop crying like a bitch
Take it like a man
Show some love or make it quit
Have a fag pissin' in a bag dressed in drag
Otherwise you'll wear a motherfuckin' toe tagg
(Audio apoclypse sound Armageddon)
CHORUS
Audio apoclypse sound Armageddon
Beauty's only knee deep
Ugly's to the core
Take your thanks and compliments
And fuck yourself some more
[Frost]: This is a dramatization. The names have been changed to
protect
the innocent ones not involved in the stories I'm about to tell. So
listen up and listen up well. Here are the true accounts and incidents
and still to me, it makes no sense. Ignorance is a major role, but
here's a fact I feel you can ignore no more.
Verse One: Frost
Homicide, on the murder scene
Another frustrated gang-related senseless slaying
Victim: a young product of the project system
The sad fact is nobody's gonna miss him
True, a few may stand in disbelief, but
The majority will sigh a relief
Because of the fact he was a menace to society
And gang violence was his first priority
So, now you take a look to see what this abouta
Someone quicka with the trigga, straight cold shot him
Dead, in a puddle of blood he lay,
Another typical day in the streets of L. A.
Homicide on the murder scene, on the murder scene, on the murder scene
Ho-Homicide on the murder scene
Homicide on the murder scene, on the murder scene, on the murder scene
Ho-Homicide on the murder scene
Ho-Homicide on the murder scene
Homicide on the murder scene, on the murder scene, on the murder scene
Verse Two: Frost
Ho-Homicide, and just for trying to act brave
Tryin' to be a hero sent you to a early grave
The violent death, it took place at around six
And eyewitnesses say that it went like this,
There was this lady who was chillin' in a alley
Positive I.D. included that her name was Sally
Sally had just got off the bus from a job,
When she met three young thugs who decided to rob
A man heard the screams comin' from her mouth
Ran down the deserted alley just to check it out
And when he came across the scene,
He knew what was happenin', but by then it was too late
The thugs started blastin'
Now, asked in this situation, exactly what would you do?
If you heard someone screaming, would you go to the rescue?
My man, he tried, that's hwo he died
He was shot right between the eyes
Tryin' to do a good deed, shoot, that could've been me
I'm glad I'm not the one who must explain this to his family
Homicide on the murder scene
Ho-Homicide on the murder scene
Ho-Homicide on the murder scene, on the murder scene, on the murder
scene
Ho-Homicide on the murder scene
Ho-Ho-Homicide on the murder scene
Ho-Homicide on the murder scene
Ho-Homicide on the murder scene
Break it down!
Verse Three: Frost
Homicide, it's also know as manslaughter
It can be a father, mother, son, or daughter
It can happen at anyplace, at anytime
It can happen as I'm runnin' down this rhyme
First degree murder, blood flows red
One day you're alive, the next day, you're dead
Nobody seen nothin', the suspect fled
Shot on the spot with a bullet to the head
As soon as it happened, everybody broke
Nobody seen nothin', and of course nobody spoke
Bein' questioned, it doesn't pay to rat-a-tat-tat
For if you rat, you might too get the gat,
And get added to the list of those who fatally died
In the statistics, that's known as homicide
Homicide on the murder scene
Ho-Homicide on the murder scene
Ho-Homicide on the murder scene
Ho-Homicide on the murder scene
Ho-Homicide on the murder scene
Ho-Homicide on the murder scene
Ho-Homicide on the murder scene, on the murder scene, on the murder
scene
Ho-Homicide on the murder scene
Ho-Ho-Homicide on the murder scene
Ho-Homicide on the murder scene, on the murder scene, on the murder
scene
Ho-Homicide on the murder scene
Ho-Homicide on the murder scene
Ho-Homicide on the murder scene, on the murder scene, on the murder
scene
Ho-Homicide
I pay.
I live to fight.
Homicide for a Lie.
I Feel the Anger.
I Feel the Pain,
Smashing in his Brain.
Feel the pressure,
Feel the Gun,
Shoot him 'cause he's only got
One.
Run Through Eternity,
You can think about in Hell.
Down on your Knees.
Piss on your Peace!
Now! Right away.
From Homicide.
Fuck all your Politics
Piss on your own.
I am the Law
Now hear Me.
Rags to riches you become the Corpse,
That is the Reward
Pray to your God while you still have some
Time.
Death is so near,
Leave your life.
Victims of violence
Are the ultimate
Victims
A death by the Killing.
Down on your Knees.
Piss on your Peace
Now! Right away.
{movie dialogue}
Yeah, well if you're the sheriff, you better get these men underground
Get three coffins ready
{D.J. Train cuts and scratches "Welcome to Homicide"}
[Lil' Nation]
Aiyyo, enter the center for the world that's dark and demented
Rap is like a savage to rhythm because I sent it
to push the bass, down to 808, and deeper
To thump the walls on the house of the Grim Reaper
Yo, pump up the funk level then increase to open dome
Punks and peasants bow to the King on the throne
About to bust like a lunatic, snatch the gauge and the mac
Suckers that wish to overthrow? Step the fuck back!
This is madness and I'm the head madman
Time for the straightjacket so loosen up the straps and
yo I'ma get dumb, rip this funky continuum in half
Lil' Nation, the C.P.O. psychopath
You can't demolish the pedestal of the ruler
Suckers who be lackin knowledge I guess I got to school ya
Need I remind you of the fact I'm the eradicator
C.P. too radical, Capital Gladiator
Animal out of a cage, cause bars I'm bendin em
Even when the tempo's slow, I swing like a pendulum
Solid for suckers cause I'm a deadly motherfucker
When your face and my gauge collide
you'll become a victim of homicide
{D.J. Train cuts and scratches screaming sounds}
[Lil' Nation]
Check it this is a warning
So you know to step off when I'm on the scene
Forget expected, catch your neck reject on my guillotine
Beware when I rush, your skull I will crush, like a mallet
Cause I'm the "Menace" just like I said in the "Ballad"
No beginners in the posse allowed
So the wack and new jack can snack a pack of Similak
stacked in the crowd
Occupation, alie-n-ation incredible
Swangin when I'm downsteppin repeatin defeat was inevitable
Mistake me for being unarmed but my tongue is like a pistol
Intercontinental Ballstic Missile
Fire with the fury, from the rage of an Asian
Obliteratin suckers that battle me, it's fatal to rat on me
For those that requestin relocation NO, permission denied
There's no escapin your fate not even suicide!
Push down the lever on the box, so I can explode
Drop like the bomb that's atomic onto the next load
No, I'm not just an image, I'm the reality
Living incarnation of the dark, side of mortality
A nightmare, brought to life - with the primary purpose
of making you DIE - cause my business is strictly homicide
{D.J. Train cuts and scratches screaming sounds}
[Lil' Nation]
The sound in the background, is the melodical rhythm of the Minister
M.C. Ren manufactured the beat symbolic and sinister
But step off, when I flow, listen to intuitions
Kick inhibitions, doin music which enter the C.P.O.
It's a method I kept in my autobiography
like a weapon to deaden the half-steppin that follow me
Before I dismember, burnt to a cinder, blacken they glimmer of hope
and wake em up when they dreamin they dope
I proceed to specialize when I'm hype and demesmerizin the
enemies that attack, then I figure,
that if they should succeed to get any bigger that I'ma have to trigger
Ren, the Ruthless excutioner of niggaz
So, come one, come all, keep your weapons intact
Didn't you know I was steppin with "The Villain in Black"
It's too late, to escape the spot, I'm havin none of it
So when the bass drops, prepare for perils of punishment
It's a thunderstorm, and up your ass I'ma take your victory flag
and.. STICK, you know from the first verse I'm a lunatic
But when it comes to death, I kill to see you die
for the thrill to commit a homicide
{D.J. Train cuts and scratches screaming sounds}
{movie dialogue}
*gun shots fired*
[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.
See, I'm the reason, that niggas look at you mean.
I bring jealousy and hate when I roll through.
Havin' niggas jockin' on your car that you never new.
I make the game worth winnin', gold spokes spinnin',
But don't let me catch your ass slippin'.
I have your whole crew checked at the intersection,
So you best invest in more protection.
The evil that I bring ain't no good.
I'm smokin' Vogues, through every niggas neighborhood.
And where I'm from, I get more props than the president,
Cuz when a nigga gets killed, I'm the evidence.
So it's 1-8-7 all day.
Niggas don't understand, I'm a G.
[chorus1]
They call me Mr. Dayton, the triple gold killa,
I be the reason for murder to a po strapped young nigga.
Just call me Mr. Dayton, just call me Mr. Dayton.
My name is Dayton, the tripple gold killa,
I be the reason for murder to a po strapped young nigga.
Just call me Mr. Dayton.
[Verse 2:]
They call me Dayton, I'm pushin' more keys than a locksmith,
So what the law never saw, can't stop shit.
Triple golds on that ass, with a hun'ed spokes.
I'll let the one-time know that you sell dope.
How can a nigga wit no job on probation
Have enough scratch to relax on some gold daytons?
And even if I'm stolen,
It don't matter, cuz I'm sittin' on the next nigga's shit rollin'.
So catch me if you can Mr. D-A,
I'm in the hood, smokin' dank, gettin' three ways.
Cocaine, triple beam, and amphetamines.
That's somethin' you don't see up in the magazines.
So it's 1-8-7 all day.
Some don't understand, I'm a G.
[chorus2]
My name is Mr. Dayton, the triple gold killa,
I be the reason for murder to a po black young nigga.
Just call me Mr. Dayton, just call me Mr. Dayton.
My name is Dayton, the triple gold killa,
I be the reason for murder to a po black young nigga.
Just call me Mr. Dayton.
[Verse 3:]
1 nigga, 2 killas, 3 daytons, 4.
It's murder after dark, when them G's ride low.
Reflections of death, triple gold punk bit the block on them thangs,
Now every bitch know my name.
Ain't no hope, when I step out the station,
Every nigga sprung on them guns and the gold daytons.
All day, every day, it's the same shit,
Every nigga tryin' to find his way up out the game, quick.
Cuz Mr. Cop and Mr. Fed want a nigga dead.
But the park's in my heart, so them fools bled.
I'm hittin' corners, pushin' levels with that deep shit.
These undercovers tryin' to catch me on the weak tip.
I'm from the 4-block, but the OG's, they rock forever
Don't slip on these dark streets cuz the one-time way too clever.
Home invasion, I'll have a nigga soaked in blood.
Niggas can't deal with that Oak Park Terrel love.
West Coast murder, home of the feds.
Bloodshed every where, motherfuckers dead.
It's that nigga, 7-8-1 all day.
Some don't understand, I'm a G.
[chorus3]
They call me Mr. Dayton, the triple gold killa,
I be the reason for murder to a po black young nigga.
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