Munch the Artist - Homicide Lyrics

It's about to be a mother f*cking homicide
It's about to be a mother f*cking homicide
It's about to be a mother f*cking homicide
It's about to be a mother f*cking homicide
It's about to be a
Bout to be a
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It's about to be a mother f*cking homicide

It's a bout to be a mother f*cking homicide
Got the hit on his phone that his brother died
Couldn't hold back the tears when his mother cried
Grab the Reuger off the dresser and he took a ride
Down the street to meet his niggas
Told them all to hop up in
Said Jamal had died tonight and it was time to get revenge
So they hopped up in the caddy with their glocks and took a trip
Over west baltimore and parked the car down on the strip
Lit a blunt to ease the stress
Sipped some yak and grabbed the tec
Seen the nigga walking out
So it was time to chalk him out
Hit the lights and creeped up slow
Then they let that hammer go
Chopper hit I'm like a pole
And knocked his body from his soul
What you witnessed was another f*cking homicide
Another victim of the system who just closed his eyes
Another candle blown out that will never light
Another mother who going cry herself sleep tonight

It's about to be a mother f*cking homicide
It's about to be a mother f*cking homicide
It's about to be a mother f*cking homicide
It's about to be a mother f*cking homicide
It's about to be a
Bout to be a
Bout to be a
Bout to be a
It's a bout to be a
Bout to be a
Bout to be a
Bout to be a
It's a bout to be a
Bout to be a
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It's about to be a mother f*cking homicide

See that's normal in the hood niggas die every day
If you make it in the house you bow your head and you pray
Because your life could of ended in a blink of an eye
They mistake you for an opp and then they let them bullets fly
I ain't lying don't do no capping
See the life we live is tragic
Youngin working on the corner walking round wielding ratchets
And if they think you talking sweet
You might just might end up In the streets
With some bullets in your chest underneath coroner sheets
Yea it's wild and untamed systemic issues are to blame
Cause they rather see us chained instead of working with our brains
Ain't we sick and tired of the ammunition fire
No it's nothing to admire yea the situations dire
I'm talking about body more murderland
Where it's wilder than a mother f*cking circus band
This the cards we were dealt this our circumstance
Help us out this mother f*cker and just grab our hand

It's about to be a mother f*cking homicide
It's about to be a mother f*cking homicide
It's about to be a mother f*cking homicide
It's about to be a mother f*cking homicide
It's about to be a
Bout to be a
Bout to be a
Bout to be a
It's a bout to be a
Bout to be a
Bout to be a
Bout to be a
It's a bout to be a
Bout to be a
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It's about to be a mother f*cking homicide
It's about to be a
Bout to be a
Bout to be a
Bout to be a
It's a bout to be a
Bout to be a
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It's about to be a mother f*cking homicide