Sam Scarfo - Homicide | Текст песни

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Homicide somebody call the homicide cops,
Live at the diner, somebody got shot.
Bullets wizzing everywhere just don't stop
Bitches tripping over bitches running through the block.
homicide on his mind head on his side, now he just killed his homie and he spots you from behind.
Out comes deny, hope you got your vest on partner, (Blargh) its homicide time!

the chops start humming, them helicopters coming, find you somewhere so they can put back your stomach."

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