Homicide Ramirez (Ft. Baker Ya Maker)

GOT BLACK GLOCKS THAT'S IN THE RIDE, FIENDIN' FOR A HOMICIDE (4x)
VERSY VERSY
GOT BLACK GLOCKS THAT'S IN THE RIDE, FIENDIN' FOR A HOMICIDE (12x)

[Verse 1: Baker]
AH, IN THE SKY I'M SO HIGH
OUT OF MY MIND YOU CAN SEE IT IN MY EYES
I'M SO BUCK, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK
RIDIN' FOUR DEEP IN THE TRUCK
BITCH WE ACTIN WILD CUS WE DON'T KNOW BETTER
IN HIS SLEEP, HOLY CREEP
THE'RE SOME DEMONS OUT TO GET YA
6 FEET FROM BENEATH, SO SLEEP
AND IT DOESN'T FOLLOW ME THROUGH THE HEATH
IN HELL WE'LL BURN TOGETHER

I DON'T KNOW WHY
I MUST KILL, I DWELL IN THE MIND
OF A PSYCHOPATHIC LUNATIC TAKE INSANE
AND THE BRAIN THAT DEVILS MY ALIBI
HARD TO FIND, ISOLATED PLAYER IN THIS COLD WORLD
NEVER CHANGE, STAY THE SAME, IN THE GAME
I'LL FUCK MAINTAIN AS A PLAYER JUST STRIVES THROUGH THIS MOTHERFUCKING PAIN

LIVIN' DAY TO DAY, AIN'T NO FUTURE FOR A KID FROM THE SLUMS
GOTTA BUY VOICES, HAVE DISINTRODUCES
BUT NEVER BIG BREAKS SO WE STAY IN THE FORCES OF EVIL
YOUR WORDS ARE FEEBLE
FUCK WHAT YOU'RE SAYING BITCH FUCK ALL YOUR PEOPLE
SIX SET AND DEMIGOD JUST HERE RAMIREZ WHAT'S THE DEAL