Look, I ain’t no condo slouch, a skater by your house
Ain’t got no time to talk, so hater watch your mouth
I pull it at a red light, that’s what I’m about
Them bullets on the next flight, cause they flying out
Pop off k’s, you knock off trays, but fakes can’t see real
Through some knock off shades
Bang on cock, I dare you to hop on stage
The shades don’t drop, who said they gotta drop on Jay, huh?
I touch the scene, they gonn see a ...beans
Hunned g’s and we taking all your money green
I got a shooter, that will straight refresh your dreams
And the way you shooting, the gonn need a double team
Fuck the drum, you gonn think you heard the pen
Fucking bum, go play in some dirty scene
Swerving, fan, my ride is colder
You’re on a verse, then man, send your wifey over

Hey, I’ll be on the east, fliest on the streets
Mami want a piece, she already got this on repeat
I’m a beast, shit, this ain’t even drop or get released
Would it be...i’m so used to body and the beat
Me and Castro, spaz flow, y’all gonn need a priest
Get your black clothes, asshole, I’m rocking you to sleep, capisci?
Real facts, you have never kill jack
And real rap, all your raps real whack, writer! Jr
What’s up with the what’s up
It’s homicide, yeah!

[Hook]  x 2
It’s a homicide, somebody just died 
It’s a homicide, somebody not alive
It’s a homicide, I’m heating up the street
I’m a beast on the beat, rest in peace to the deceased

I ain’t tryina battle rap you, I’d rather clap you
Shoot the magnum at you or cut out your adam’s apple
Cause I never was a fan of yours, boy I would have smack you in the face
But I just got a manicure
I take a man to war, but I don’t use my hands no more
I’m not tryina box, that’s why I got the hammer for
But I squeeze till my hands is soar, shoot you in your belly first
And turn your crewneck to a belly shirt
I’m on the strip selling work, where the fiends at
I’m from philly but I’m really wherever the cream at
Cats on my dick cause my strip where the green at
Where you get the lean at, cups of codeine at
Cats like damn cas, where you get them jeans at
Where that shirt come from, I ain’t never seen that
How you got your sneaks on, they ain’t even drop yet
I’m like I got jordans even Jordan ain’t rock yet
I’m dope, come at nigga stokes like a mark neck
Go and get your favorite, that nigga could get obliterated
A nigga made it cause I wake up and grind
I get so much brain I can’t make up my mind
It takes too much time for you to make up a line
Cause it’s hard like a barber tryina shape up LeBronn
This a homicide, a murder, the hostile JR spitting them bars at motherfuckers, 

[Hook]  x 2
It’s a homicide, somebody just died 
It’s a homicide, somebody not alive
It’s a homicide, I’m heating up the street
I’m a beast on the beat, rest in peace to the deceased.