Lyrical Homicide by Game
Intro (From Anchorman)
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Now before we do this, let's go over the ground rules.
But not yet! Now Let's do this.
Verse 1 (The Game)
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Public Enemy number 2, the flow is illegal,
and these ain't diesel, all fucking Evisu,
These is Levi's, equipped with the desert eagle,
run, tell your people, that nigga get evil,
throw em off the bridge like Knievel,
you niggas see-through,
like lingerie pussies I get funky like D.O.C. do,
one classic, now homie, OG too,
I toast a chronic blunt everytime I see Snoop,
Aston Martin Driver, gave away the B(entley) Coupe,
cried for three days, after that I had to re-group,
bullet-proof suburban, nigga fuck with that,
shoot the tires out, drive 60 miles on a flat,
flip the motherfucker over watch it slide on its back,
let the windows up as bullets fly out the Mac,
no gunpowder on me, I'm as fly as the Mac,
lyrical homicide, watch them die on the track. (nigga)
Chorus
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Lyrical homicide,
kill them and watch them die, yeah,
(The Game)
Because you ain't never seen a motherfucker,
kill a motherfucker,
like a motherfucker nigga named Game, motherfucker,
Lyrical homicide,
kill them and watch them die, yeah,
(The Game)
Because you ain't never seen a motherfucker,
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