[Hook: Future and Snoop Dogg]You say you wanna take a ride? Get inI grew up on that other side, getting it inYou niggas selling a bunch of pies, snatch a BenzI heard you say it's going down, I'm going inGo tell 'em it's a homicide (murder)Go tell 'em it's a homicide (murder, murder)Go tell 'em it's a homicide (murder, murder)Go tell 'em it's a homicide, ya ya[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]Fighting, shooting, killing, ridingCripping, tripping, spitting fyeIn the kitchen, baking piesTaking mines, making minesYellow tape, black gunFill it with them hollow shellsAnd leave the scene bloodyBuddy can't nobody tellCatch a plane to the AtlLay low in a cheap motelWhatever suits yaAnd get a few thangs from my cousin FutureNow I'm back on and popping likeTrapping, rapping in the cutTalk shit, I fuck you upThey don't recognize who I am or where I'm fromSo I hit the strip club banging 20 Crip causeTreble with the bass, put that thang up in yo shaveningAnd leave yo body bleeding on the pavement[Hook][Verse 2: Future]Open up that fyeYou gotta question a nigga standing next to you, cut him offI grew up on the side you gotta make yourself a bossNiggas'll shit on you any chance they getCross you out on a lickIf you ain't ready for the ending then quitIt's a dirty world, you gotta get your hands dirtyI'm going for the title with my hands on the rifleI put in the same work you put in, survivalLooking at my rival, they looking suicidalKeep them bodies off wax, I can spot a ratLet the play, brrrat![Hook][Verse 3: Future]Slang a bunch of packs, and go and snatch a BenzoI played them streets as a young nigga, ain't never liked NintendoThem gangstas in the yard, them my motherfucking kinfolkThey'll kidnap you and yo broad (in broad) daylight, no pretendoI grew up 'round a bunch of monsters, call that pressure on yaBe so scared for ya life, you call the police on yaYou ready say you readyYou gon' starve or you want fetti? Yo life'll change a secondGood or bad, don't open yo mouth, make sure you shut itAin't no telling who listening, make a wise decisionI'm from 'cross the tracks, like BoosieIf you ride, you better know who shooting[Hook]
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[Hook: Future and Snoop Dogg]
You say you wanna take a ride? Get in
I grew up on that other side, getting it in
You niggas selling a bunch of pies, snatch a Benz
I heard you say it's going down, I'm going in
Go tell 'em it's a homicide (murder)
Go tell 'em it's a homicide (murder, murder)
Go tell 'em it's a homicide (murder, murder)
Go tell 'em it's a homicide, ya ya
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Fighting, shooting, killing, riding
Cripping, tripping, spitting fye
In the kitchen, baking pies
Taking mines, making mines
Yellow tape, black gun
Fill it with them hollow shells
And leave the scene bloody
Buddy can't nobody tell
Catch a plane to the Atl
Lay low in a cheap motel
Whatever suits ya
And get a few thangs from my cousin Future
Now I'm back on and popping like
Trapping, rapping in the cut
Talk shit, I fuck you up
They don't recognize who I am or where I'm from
So I hit the strip club banging 20 Crip cause
Treble with the bass, put that thang up in yo shavening
And leave yo body bleeding on the pavement
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Future]
Open up that fye
You gotta question a nigga standing next to you, cut him off
I grew up on the side you gotta make yourself a boss
Niggas'll shit on you any chance they get
Cross you out on a lick
If you ain't ready for the ending then quit
It's a dirty world, you gotta get your hands dirty
I'm going for the title with my hands on the rifle
I put in the same work you put in, survival
Looking at my rival, they looking suicidal
Keep them bodies off wax, I can spot a rat
Let the play, brrrat!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Future]
Slang a bunch of packs, and go and snatch a Benzo
I played them streets as a young nigga, ain't never liked Nintendo
Them gangstas in the yard, them my motherfucking kinfolk
They'll kidnap you and yo broad (in broad) daylight, no pretendo
I grew up 'round a bunch of monsters, call that pressure on ya
Be so scared for ya life, you call the police on ya
You ready say you ready
You gon' starve or you want fetti? Yo life'll change a second
Good or bad, don't open yo mouth, make sure you shut it
Ain't no telling who listening, make a wise decision
I'm from 'cross the tracks, like Boosie
If you ride, you better know who shooting
[Hook]
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