| Song | Homicide |
| Artist | LL Cool J |
| Album | G.O.A.T. Featuring James T. Smith: The Greatest of All Time |
| [00:00.56] | Artist：ll cool j |
| [00:01.38] | Songs Title：homicide |
| [00:02.37] | This for my man yo... word up |
| [00:06.00] | I got a 187 on the corner of farmers boulevard in linden. |
| [00:08.05] | Uh, drug related? |
| [00:08.93] | The usual. |
| [00:10.93] | I dont mean this in a disrespectful way |
| [00:13.05] | But columbine happens in the ghetto every day |
| [00:15.55] | When the shit goes down yall aint got nothing to say |
| [00:18.52] | |
| [00:20.59] | He kicked the old ladys door in, threw her on the floor |
| [00:23.28] | Choked her to death so she dont scream no more |
| [00:25.84] | He need some white chocolate, he feel it in his bones |
| [00:28.63] | He heard she refinanced and got a bank loan |
| [00:30.63] | He used to mow the lawn, take the garbage out |
| [00:33.57] | Now she in the closet wit a sock in her mouth |
| [00:36.68] | Copped a chain, copped some crills |
| [00:38.25] | Crack pipe in his windpipe, twistin like a drill |
| [00:41.25] | Run around frontin, buyin his mens kicks |
| [00:43.86] | Gassed a broad up so she can help her rent a whip |
| [00:46.55] | The other killer peeped him out flashin a knot |
| [00:48.73] | A well known murderer, check the ill plot |
| [00:51.35] | Call up corey buns, get him on the block |
| [00:54.04] | Niggas gotta eat, plus he front alot |
| [00:57.65] | He came through, straight strip search |
| [00:59.09] | He said Im comin back, and ima put in work |
| [01:01.02] | Niggas told him, ayo leave that shit alone |
| [01:04.14] | But pride mixed with crack, had him in a zone |
| [01:07.38] | Prepared for more shit than depends |
| [01:09.32] | Eyes bloodshot through a cardier lens |
| [01:11.00] | Niggas said buns came through lookin strange |
| [01:14.43] | Yeah, buns wont stay in his lane |
| [01:16.93] | Aight, buns want ghetto fame |
| [01:19.30] | And caught two in the ukraine at point blank range |
| [01:22.05] | Its a, homicide, just a homicide |
| [01:23.91] | |
| [01:43.19] | I dont mean this in a disrespectful way |
| [01:45.00] | But columbine happens in the ghetto every day |
| [01:47.56] | When the shit goes down yall aint got nothing to say |
| [01:51.97] | |
| [01:52.91] | Jamaician cat, real treacherous |
| [01:54.28] | Used to smuggle burners up from texas |
| [01:56.90] | Had the ill crib out in rosedale |
| [01:59.90] | Took the money from the trunk and copped a fishscale |
| [02:02.89] | Chinese jamacian, real pretty nigga |
| [02:05.58] | Love puffin blunts, throwin bodies in the river |
| [02:07.89] | One of the illest niggas that the world ever saw |
| [02:10.70] | Used to take loaded nines and throw em on the floor |
| [02:13.32] | He was from brooklyn, and I dont know the block |
| [02:15.93] | I met him at the flicks he commented on my rocks |
| [02:18.56] | We rolled back to back, while I was slingin raps |
| [02:21.42] | He was slingin crack, I was seventeen fascinated by the stacks |
| [02:24.42] | Runnin with dangerous niggas and packin gats |
| [02:29.73] | Uh, the shit thrill me, lookin so clean, and livin so filthy |
| [02:32.48] | I heard his right hand man disappeared |
| [02:36.78] | They found his bike in the street somewhere |
| [02:39.08] | Conspiracy theories, niggas talkin shit |
| [02:41.65] | Small world, I was close to his right hand mans chick |
| [02:44.26] | She kept beepin him he never called back |
| [02:46.45] | When they found him in the trunk his body was jet black |
| [02:49.50] | Pretty jamacian kept doin his thing |
| [02:50.81] | Him and his older brother got caught up in a sting |
| [02:54.56] | Out on bail, pressure by the feds, he caught seven in the head |
| [02:58.12] | What goes around, comes back around |
| [03:01.80] | Nigga rest in peace when they lay ya down |
| [03:05.35] | |
| [03:06.72] | Uh, central, your assistance is requested we have a major crisis here |
| [03:10.97] | Mrs. winthrops cat is stuck in a tree. |
| [03:13.35] | Roger, a squad car is on the way. |
| [03:15.34] | Its a, homicide, just a homicide |
| [03:16.80] | |
| [03:25.36] | I dont mean this in a disrespectful way |
| [03:27.29] | But columbine happens in the ghetto every day |
| [03:29.66] | When this shit goes down yall aint got nothing to say |
| [03:32.98] | Central, the cat has been rescued. |
| [03:34.98] | In the ghetto black men are dying at alarming rates |
| [03:37.66] | Walkin the street is like entering a sweepstakes |
| [03:39.59] | You never know if you gon win or lose |
| [03:42.40] | We walk around feelin confused and totally abused |
| [03:44.46] | Cant front, ima millionaire livin like a king |
| [03:47.89] | Still feenin for that shrimp, fried rice and chicken wings |
| [03:50.20] | Still feenin for the vibe, only the ghetto bring |
| [03:52.88] | Pumpin songs of pain only real niggas sing |
| [03:55.38] | Queens finest, but theres one minus |
| [03:58.00] | The bodies on the battlefield that got left behind us |
| [04:00.44] | Im sick and tired of going to wakes |
| [04:02.80] | Cuz niggas never look the same in the casket |
| [04:05.43] | Its bugged out, they skin look like plastic |
| [04:07.92] | I shed tears, but use shades to mask it |
| [04:10.23] | Mr. media, where was you at when my man died |
| [04:13.54] | When it was classified a drug related homicide |
| [04:15.53] | Its like until the killer hit the suburbs |
| [04:18.34] | I aint hear nothing, not a word |
| [04:20.78] | Mr. media, help us shed light on these homicides |
| [04:22.90] | Not just columbine, but all the time |
| [04:26.21] | Its a, homicide, just a homicide |
| [00:00.56] | Artist: ll cool j |
| [00:01.38] | Songs Title: homicide |
| [00:02.37] | This for my man yo... word up |
| [00:06.00] | I got a 187 on the corner of farmers boulevard in linden. |
| [00:08.05] | Uh, drug related? |
| [00:08.93] | The usual. |
| [00:10.93] | I dont mean this in a disrespectful way |
| [00:13.05] | But columbine happens in the ghetto every day |
| [00:15.55] | When the shit goes down yall aint got nothing to say |
| [00:18.52] | |
| [00:20.59] | He kicked the old ladys door in, threw her on the floor |
| [00:23.28] | Choked her to death so she dont scream no more |
| [00:25.84] | He need some white chocolate, he feel it in his bones |
| [00:28.63] | He heard she refinanced and got a bank loan |
| [00:30.63] | He used to mow the lawn, take the garbage out |
| [00:33.57] | Now she in the closet wit a sock in her mouth |
| [00:36.68] | Copped a chain, copped some crills |
| [00:38.25] | Crack pipe in his windpipe, twistin like a drill |
| [00:41.25] | Run around frontin, buyin his mens kicks |
| [00:43.86] | Gassed a broad up so she can help her rent a whip |
| [00:46.55] | The other killer peeped him out flashin a knot |
| [00:48.73] | A well known murderer, check the ill plot |
| [00:51.35] | Call up corey buns, get him on the block |
| [00:54.04] | Niggas gotta eat, plus he front alot |
| [00:57.65] | He came through, straight strip search |
| [00:59.09] | He said Im comin back, and ima put in work |
| [01:01.02] | Niggas told him, ayo leave that shit alone |
| [01:04.14] | But pride mixed with crack, had him in a zone |
| [01:07.38] | Prepared for more shit than depends |
| [01:09.32] | Eyes bloodshot through a cardier lens |
| [01:11.00] | Niggas said buns came through lookin strange |
| [01:14.43] | Yeah, buns wont stay in his lane |
| [01:16.93] | Aight, buns want ghetto fame |
| [01:19.30] | And caught two in the ukraine at point blank range |
| [01:22.05] | Its a, homicide, just a homicide |
| [01:23.91] | |
| [01:43.19] | I dont mean this in a disrespectful way |
| [01:45.00] | But columbine happens in the ghetto every day |
| [01:47.56] | When the shit goes down yall aint got nothing to say |
| [01:51.97] | |
| [01:52.91] | Jamaician cat, real treacherous |
| [01:54.28] | Used to smuggle burners up from texas |
| [01:56.90] | Had the ill crib out in rosedale |
| [01:59.90] | Took the money from the trunk and copped a fishscale |
| [02:02.89] | Chinese jamacian, real pretty nigga |
| [02:05.58] | Love puffin blunts, throwin bodies in the river |
| [02:07.89] | One of the illest niggas that the world ever saw |
| [02:10.70] | Used to take loaded nines and throw em on the floor |
| [02:13.32] | He was from brooklyn, and I dont know the block |
| [02:15.93] | I met him at the flicks he commented on my rocks |
| [02:18.56] | We rolled back to back, while I was slingin raps |
| [02:21.42] | He was slingin crack, I was seventeen fascinated by the stacks |
| [02:24.42] | Runnin with dangerous niggas and packin gats |
| [02:29.73] | Uh, the shit thrill me, lookin so clean, and livin so filthy |
| [02:32.48] | I heard his right hand man disappeared |
| [02:36.78] | They found his bike in the street somewhere |
| [02:39.08] | Conspiracy theories, niggas talkin shit |
| [02:41.65] | Small world, I was close to his right hand mans chick |
| [02:44.26] | She kept beepin him he never called back |
| [02:46.45] | When they found him in the trunk his body was jet black |
| [02:49.50] | Pretty jamacian kept doin his thing |
| [02:50.81] | Him and his older brother got caught up in a sting |
| [02:54.56] | Out on bail, pressure by the feds, he caught seven in the head |
| [02:58.12] | What goes around, comes back around |
| [03:01.80] | Nigga rest in peace when they lay ya down |
| [03:05.35] | |
| [03:06.72] | Uh, central, your assistance is requested we have a major crisis here |
| [03:10.97] | Mrs. winthrops cat is stuck in a tree. |
| [03:13.35] | Roger, a squad car is on the way. |
| [03:15.34] | Its a, homicide, just a homicide |
| [03:16.80] | |
| [03:25.36] | I dont mean this in a disrespectful way |
| [03:27.29] | But columbine happens in the ghetto every day |
| [03:29.66] | When this shit goes down yall aint got nothing to say |
| [03:32.98] | Central, the cat has been rescued. |
| [03:34.98] | In the ghetto black men are dying at alarming rates |
| [03:37.66] | Walkin the street is like entering a sweepstakes |
| [03:39.59] | You never know if you gon win or lose |
| [03:42.40] | We walk around feelin confused and totally abused |
| [03:44.46] | Cant front, ima millionaire livin like a king |
| [03:47.89] | Still feenin for that shrimp, fried rice and chicken wings |
| [03:50.20] | Still feenin for the vibe, only the ghetto bring |
| [03:52.88] | Pumpin songs of pain only real niggas sing |
| [03:55.38] | Queens finest, but theres one minus |
| [03:58.00] | The bodies on the battlefield that got left behind us |
| [04:00.44] | Im sick and tired of going to wakes |
| [04:02.80] | Cuz niggas never look the same in the casket |
| [04:05.43] | Its bugged out, they skin look like plastic |
| [04:07.92] | I shed tears, but use shades to mask it |
| [04:10.23] | Mr. media, where was you at when my man died |
| [04:13.54] | When it was classified a drug related homicide |
| [04:15.53] | Its like until the killer hit the suburbs |
| [04:18.34] | I aint hear nothing, not a word |
| [04:20.78] | Mr. media, help us shed light on these homicides |
| [04:22.90] | Not just columbine, but all the time |
| [04:26.21] | Its a, homicide, just a homicide |