Homicide

[Chorus]
Now, it's time for a glide
Past your ride, it's homicide
Now, it's time for a glide
Past your ride, it's homicide

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I told your bitch-ass, dude
About what a G was gonna do
Heard you was goin' by your momma's house
And I'll be hidin' low to make the bullets come out
Yeah, mothafucka, you got done
Thought you was on the top, but you wasn't number one
I caught all the words you said
About how you wanted a baller dead
But you got caught first
Now you headin' for a laid-back hearse
I chilled in the cut
Then jumped by your ride, three shots' what's up
And I did it real fast
Silencer put on there, you didn't hear the blast
Yeah, I did the job right
Playin' decision, now, I'm out in the night

[Chorus]
Now, it's time for a glide
Past your ride, it's homicide
Now, it's time for a glide
Past your ride, it's homicide

[Verse 2]
Yeah, now, what's the deal?
I'm sittin' back, laughin' 'bout it, how I did the kill
Finished the job quick
Got your boys looking like you're playin' pick-up-sticks
I caught all you busta's
Checkmate, faggot-ass, snitch-made cluckers
And you knew I was a fool
And I heard through the grapevine what you was gon' do
And you punks couldn't do shit
'Cause I was the first G to make the hit
Aimed right by your low
And let the .44 blow
I hit your boys in the chest, and you in your mug
Now, y'all sittin' stiff, givin' each other hugs
End of story
I finished on top, with all the glory

[Chorus]
Now, it's time for a glide
Past your ride, it's homicide
Now, it's time for a glide
Past your ride, it's homicide