HOMICIDE, SUICIDE

Homicide
Suicide
Can’t get that shit off my mind
Its like every single day
I’m thinkin back to the same old shit
Fuck around
Load the rounds
All up into my clip
Then I aim for head
Of any busta
That be talking that shit
Like Pistolmane
I be on that bitch
I ain’t ever give a fuck about a trick
Runnin up
I don’t ever give a fuck
Ima lay low
Then I duck duck
All up under bullets
I’m fiend for my needs
Ima creep
In tha night
Every time a motherfucker turn around
And they see those
Red eyes
Red Dots
Head shotz
Now they falling on they ass
Never see what him
Heading back to my stash spot
Heading back to my stash spot
Ima fiend for my needs
I’ma creep at night
I’ma bust em up
Leave em dead on sight
Motherfuckers never know what hit em
The sleeper tha reaper
The creep in tha night