The Homicide Call E

Th-th-th-thirty-one degrees. Young Buck, bitch. Ayy, let me give the streets somethin' to, somethin' To eat for a little bit while I put This mixtape together, you know what I mean? Somethin' the internet can go crazy to, the DJs Fuck with. You know, all around with it, You feel me? I ain't got time to kill You, I let them do it. Hide behind the brick walls, bullets go through it. They shootin' out of Buicks, robbin' out of Business. Leavin' no witness, mind your own Business. Home invasions, alarms get cut. The house goes dark, but the sparks light it Up like what? Chee-chee get the yayo now. Let's do this shit quick, five minutes in and Out. We're throwin' gas everywhere, light a match, Let it burn. When I see it on the News, then I know that it's confirmed. I'm the pitcher, throwin' money on you niggas head. I'ma get you, before you fly home, you'll be Dead. Infra blue light, no infrared. And I keep my shoes tight even when I Go to bed. War's no fun if the enemy Run. I might not kill 'em all, but I'm Hittin' me one. Hit me up. Hello, hello, go. Hello, hello, go. Hello, hello, waitin' on that murder call. Hello, Hello, go. Hello, hello, waitin' on that murder call. Is anybody home? I can't hear you. Is anybody home? I can't hear you. Is anybody home? I can't hear you. Hello, hello, waitin' on that murder call. Yeah, nigga. Sitting right here, nigga. Yeah. Haha. Waitin' on the motherfuckin' murder call, Nigga. Yeah. You know when them niggas come through, right? With that shit that go brrat, brrrat. That type shit, you know what I mean? Hahaha. Ayy, matter of fact, nigga, don't even call me, Nigga, text message me. Haha. Let me know what's goin' on. Yeah. Playin' with you niggas no more out here, Nigga. It's Young Buck, bitch. Ayy, haha.