[Intro: Tony Yayo]   Turn me up in them fuckin headphones real quick man   I'm feelin to body this track   and body a nigga when I get the fuck outta here man      [Tony Yayo]   Cocksucker 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 bitch, I'm lovin your dame   Shoot her ass and her heart, hit her jugular vein   Niggaz talk it they don't live it, these niggaz 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 nigga but my Ruger silent   Sun-up, sundown, my fishscale move   And if a nigga 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, nigga 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 bitch did that rasta in "New Jack City"   In broad daylight, you better think twice   Or that thing on your hip nigga 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 fuckin kill somebody right now nigga, fuck!   Got a SHITLOAD of guns right now nigga   Homicide come around I'm gone nigga   When you see them suits and ties   You best to believe I did that to you nigga   Matter of fact I didn't do that to you   Huh, c'mon man, shit is real man   This is for them niggaz - fuck yo listen lemme tell you somethin   Don't run up on no whip   Just run up on a nigga and blow his fuckin brains out   That's what, that's gangsta nigga - you hear me?   Don't fuckin run up on a whip and spray somethin   Lemme see you, shoot a nigga brains out   and stand there for two minutes, and then run, motherfucker!