Chorus: (Ayeeee, It's A Homicide Grab Da Fuccin Pole And Hop Inside This Ride.... Ayeee, It's A Homicide Grab The Propane And Let's See If Down To Abide( Cuz We Gone Slide).... Verse1: Nigga Got A Kite From Da Loc Locced-Up In The Pinn, Us N'$ Ain't Got No Friends Which Means We Have No Relation Nor We Ain't Ken.... This Shit Ain't Foe Pretend, Gotta Rich Roll Till Our Mother Fuccin Casket Bends, (Until The Casket Drops) All About These Dividends, Too Much Faith Fo A Lame Nigga Sin.... HDT Hit My Line While My Feet Cicced Up And Sippin On Jinn, Nigga Ain't Payin Him No Mind, Cuz Slumped Ova Ass To His Chin.... Caller Id Read It's Lil Twinn.... 'I Said Where You At And What Time Where You Coming ?Lil Cuz Said At Da Hiding Spot And Mixin Up Pantomime,I Should Be Done AnyTime... Gotta Take Trip To Cali During This Summertime.... I Paid My Respec$ To Big Nip, (Yea,I Gotta Shine) Make A Few Bucc'$ And Maintain This Strip, Can't Always Put Your Tru$t In A Citch, Get It Out Of A Coconut To Get Rich, Say Bitch Bring Yo Ass Ova Here, Citch Kiss Me Cuz Im Frm Rollin' Doe... Chorus: (Ayeeee, It's A Homicide Grab Da Fuccin Pole And Hop Inside This Ride.... Ayeee, It's A Homicide Grab The Propane And Let's See If Down To Abide( Cuz We Gone Slide)....