[Intro: Tony Yayo]
Turn me up in them $#&@in headphones real quick man
I'm feelin to body this track

and body a ^!$$% when I get the $#&@ outta here man

[Tony Yayo]

@@#!sucker this ain't rap, check my rap sheets
I feed you to the rats with peanut butter on yo' feet
44 bulldog, get money hustle hard

So the feds want my face on that damn number card
I drag you in your elevator, hit the stop button
So when I pop somethin they can't fingerprint nothin

I help you wit'cho (*##$, I'm lovin your dame
Shoot her $$# and her heart, hit her jugular vein
^!$$%z talk it they don't live it, these ^!$$%z is butt

Go through they projects and they jewels is tucked
I'm in apartment 4B, wipin down the llama
With two freaks kissin like, Britney and Madonna

And you know how I ride when the beef is on
Pull up, LA LA like Jamaican songs


[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
It's a niiiiiiiine, it's a nine
There's a clip in the nine, bullet in the clip

Bullet in the chamber, round on the ground
And that's why homicide all around
There's a hole, there's a hole

There's a hole in his head, hole in his leg
Hole in his pants, holes everywhere
And that's why homicide all around

There's a body, there's a body
There's a body in a drop, body in a lot
Body uptown, body downtown

And that's why homicide all around

[Tony Yayo]

I'm in that brand new Range; when I pull up kid
I turn your brains into red concrete stains
That's the beauty of gruesome violence

I'm loudmouth ^!$$% but my Ruger silent
Sun-up, sundown, my fishscale move
And if a ^!$$% wanna stop it he gon' be fish food

Yeah Yayo rhyme but I murk a person
And when your mind leave your body your spirit is soul searchin
Gas your team, ^!$$% I'ma blast your team

I got plastic milk jugs full of gasoline
Four-fours bark loud, you layin in heaven
While your moms and your pops in deep clouds of depression

I turn your head into pasta, and baked zuchinni
Like that (*##$ did that rasta in "New Jack City"
In broad daylight, you better think twice

Or that thing on your hip ^!$$% better spray right

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]

It's a niiiiiiiine, it's a nine
There's a clip in the nine, bullet in the clip
Bullet in the chamber, round on the ground

And that's why homicide all around
It's a hole, it's a hole
It's a hole in his head, hole in his leg

Hole in his pants, holes everywhere
And that's why homicide all around
It's a body, it's a body

It's a body in a drop, body on the block
Body uptown, body downtown
And that's why homicide all around


[Tony Yayo]
Feelin to $#&@in kill somebody right now ^!$$%, $#&@!

Got a !#@(LOAD of guns right now ^!$$%
Homicide come around I'm gone ^!$$%
When you see them suits and ties

You best to believe I did that to you ^!$$%
Matter of fact I didn't do that to you
Huh, c'mon man, %#@! is real man

This is for them ^!$$%z - $#&@ yo listen lemme tell you somethin
Don't run up on no whip
Just run up on a ^!$$% and blow his $#&@in brains out
That's what, that's gangsta ^!$$% - you hear me?
Don't $#&@in run up on a whip and spray somethin

Lemme see you, shoot a ^!$$% brains out
and stand there for two minutes, and then run, mother$#&@er!