The Backyard RHODAMINE

[Homicide]
Check on the lap and the redbull in my stomach
Wild wild Westwood, niggas love to ride
Weedie, John, Vito, we go, back to the hood Westwood I said
Whenever I got static get the A-K with the infrared
I'm makin' hoes drop like a sniper
Bitches talkin' shit I won't hesitate to strike her, Down
Actin' like a psycho from that buddah
Homicide's a killa because Homicide's a shoota
N-I-Double G-A number 9 is a killa
Bruno with the C-T-O and thats on the forilla
Niggas dyin' 9 mm shells flyin'
Through a niggas dome, now the morgue is there home
Blown away by A the K, 47 reason 50 shells I can spray
Ay Homicide ain't got no static
Nigga 9 never havin' no problem
Pollute got the 4-5 automatic
For the bitches always tryin' to come hard son
This is the backyard

[Verse]
Insane, I'm loosin' my fuckin mind
My eyes are gettin bigger, I think that I'm goin blind
The dope is in my veins, my mind it just can't hang
I'm loosin' my way of speach, I'm talkin' alot of slang
I slip off all in a daze my thoughts they back track
My theory is gangsta kill while sippin' on Similac
I'm loosin a lot of a weight, a drug addict no I ain't
My momma she died clean, my father I have to thank
I'm raised up a bastard child, and that's why I'm hostile
The patience I have none, a menace since ?
Created a gangsta see, now Memphis don't want me
Eventual criminal, I'm fightin' my enemy
My cap is to the side, a war is bout to start
A gangsta gets in the house, I'm flexin' with backyard