This for my man yo

word up [Radio transmission] "I got a 187 on the corner of Farmers boulevard in Linden." "Uhdrug 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 [Verse 1] He kicked the old lady s door inthrew her on the floor Choked her to death so she don t scream no more He need some white chocolatehe feel it in his bones He heard she refinanced and got a bank loan He used to mow the lawntake the garbage out Now she in the closet wit a sock in her mouth Copped a chaincopped some crills Crack pipe in his windpipetwistin like a drill Run around frontinbuyin 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 murderercheck the ill plot Call up Corey Bunsget him on the block Niggas gotta eatplus he front alot He came throughstraight strip search He said I m comin backand I ma put in work Niggas told himayo leave that shit alone But pride mixed with crackhad him in a zone Prepared for more shit than Depends Eyes bloodshot through a Cardier lens Niggas said Buns came through lookin strange YeahBuns won t stay in his lane AightBuns want ghetto fame And caught two in the Ukraine at point blank range It s aHomicidejust a Homicide [8X] 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 [Verse 2] Jamaician catreal 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 Jamacianreal pretty nigga Love puffin bluntsthrowin 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 Brooklynand I don t know the block I met him at the flicks he commented on my rocks We rolled back to backwhile I was slingin raps He was slingin crackI was seventeen fascinated by the stacks Runnin with dangerous niggas and packin gats Uhthe shit thrill melookin so cleanand livin so filthy I heard his right hand man disappeared They found his bike in the street somewhere Conspiracy theoriesniggas talkin shit Small worldI 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 bailpressure by the fedshe caught seven in the head What goes aroundcomes back around Nigga rest in peace when they lay ya down [Radio transmission] "Uhcentralyour assistance is requested we have a major crisis here Mrs.
Winthrop s cat is stuck in a tree." "Rogera squad car is on the way." It s aHomicidejust a Homicide [4X] I don t mean this in a disrespectful way But Columbine happens in the ghetto every day When goes down y all aint got nothing to say [Radio transmission] "Centralthe cat has been rescued." [Verse 3] 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 frontI ma millionaire livin like a king Still feenin for that shrimpfried rice and chicken wings Still feenin for the vibeonly the ghetto bring Pumpin songs of pain only real niggas sing Queens finestbut 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 outthey skin look like plastic I shed tearsbut 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 nothingnot a word "Mr.
Media"help us shed light on these homicides Not just Columbinebut all the time It s aHomicidejust a Homicide [8X]

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