It's a, homicide, just a homicide
What goes around, comes back around
Used to take loaded nines and throw 'em on the floor
Not just Columbine, but all the time
They found his bike in the street somewhere
It's a, homicide, just a homicide
"The usual"
Walkin' the street is like enterin' a sweepstakes
Runnin' with dangerous niggas and packin' gats
"Central, the cat has been rescued"
It's like until the killer hit the suburbs
But Columbine happens in the ghetto every day
Copped a chain, copped some crills
Uh, the shit thrill me, lookin' so clean, and livin' so filthy
Conspiracy theories, niggas talkin' shit
He kicked the old lady's door in, threw her on the floor
Jamaician cat, real treacherous
Niggas said Buns came through lookin' strange
In the ghetto black men are dyin' at alarmin' rates
Run around frontin', buyin' his mens kicks
A well known murderer, check the ill plot
It's a, homicide, just a homicide
Crack pipe in his windpipe, twistin' like a drill
Eyes bloodshot through a Cardier lens
When the shit goes down y'all ain't got nothin' to say
Niggas gotta eat, plus he front a lot
Aight, Buns want ghetto fame
Love puffin' blunts, throwin' bodies in the river
And caught two in the Ukraine at point blank range
"Mr. Media," where was you at when my man died
I don't mean this in a disrespectful way
Chinese Jamacian, real pretty nigga
I heard his right hand man disappeared
Choked her to death so she don't scream no more
It's a, homicide, just a homicide
Yeah, Buns won't stay in his lane
You never know if you gon win or lose
"Uh, central, officer, your assistance is requested
It's a, homicide, just a homicide
It's a, homicide, just a homicide
She kept beepin' him he never called back
I shed tears, but use shades to mask it
It's a, homicide, just a homicide
He heard she refinanced and got a bank loan
Used to smuggle burners up from Texas
The other killer peeped him out flashin' a knot
We rolled back to back, while I was slingin' raps
He said I'm comin' back and I'ma put in work
He used to mow the lawn, take the garbage out
It's bugged out, they skin look like plastic
Call up Corey Buns, get him on the block
"Roger, a squad car is on the way"
I don't mean this in a disrespectful way
Now she in the closet wit a sock in her mouth
Nigga rest in peace when they lay ya down
But Columbine happens in the ghetto every day
It's a, homicide, just a homicide
Small world, I was close to his right hand man's chick
I don't mean this in a disrespectful way
Had the ill crib out in Rosedale
We have a major crisis here
Still feenin' for that shrimp, fried rice and chicken wings
But Columbine happens in the ghetto every day
Him and his older brother got caught up in a sting
"Uh, drug related?"
It's a, homicide, just a homicide
I'm sick and tired of goin' to wakes
Took the money from the trunk and copped a fishscale
When it was classified a drug related homicide
The bodies on the battlefield that got left behind us
It's a, homicide, just a homicide
He was from Brooklyn, and I don't know the block
Pretty Jamacian kept doin his thing
We walk around feelin confused and totally abused
Out on bail, pressure by the feds, he caught seven in the head
"Mr. Media," help us shed light on these homicides
It's a, homicide, just a homicide
It's a, homicide, just a homicide
I met him at the flicks he commented on my rocks
It's a, homicide, just a homicide
It's a, homicide, just a homicide
IIt's a, homicide, just a homicide
It's a, homicide, just a homicide
He was slingin' crack, I was seventeen fascinated by the stacks
It's a, homicide, just a homicide
It's a, homicide, just a homicide
When the shit goes down y'all ain't got nothin' to say
He need some white chocolate, he feel it in his bones
Pumpin' songs of pain only real niggas sing
I ain't hear nothin', not a word
It's a, homicide, just a homicide
Niggas told him, ayo leave that shit alone
Gassed a broad up so she can help her rent a whip
He came through, straight strip search
Mrs.Winthrop's cat is stuck in a tree"
Prepared for more shit than Depends
But pride mixed with crack, had him in a zone
Still feenin' for the vibe, only the ghetto bring
When this shit goes down y'all ain't got nothin' to say
Can't front, I'ma millionaire livin' like a king
When they found him in the trunk his body was jet black
Queens finest, but there's one minus
One of the illest niggas that the world ever saw
'Cuz niggas never look the same in the casket
