Song By HOMiCiDE "GROWN"
[produced by Slimeybeats & Exquisite Beats]

Lyrics:

Hook:
Baby now you grown
I can even tell on the phone
Got a man? Is he home? Lemme know gotta ride wit a chrome
Goblin wit a little money on him 
Got a couple figures on him 
Now he thinkin he the man yeah he grown
Yeah we still reppin east side beast side
Bitch nigga you get clipped you ain't home yeah yeah yeah 
Yeah you know we repping East Side beast side
Killin niggas in my hood is a sport.

Verse:
I done struggled thru poverty right
Hustle monopoly type
Only time you hungry you was playing monopoly right
Been waiting been patient
And now the light has been shedding
Thru my demise im ascending
I'm going deeper and darker I might just call it ascension
Admit it man I'm amazing
Admit it man one of a kind I came in a spaceship
Pacing a hole thru the floor 
How my whole future uncertain
I seen the fire fore the whole world knew we was burning 

Hook:
Baby now you grown
I can even tell on the phone
Got a man? Is he home? Lemme know gotta ride wit a chrome
Goblin wit a little money on him 
Got a couple figures on him 
Now he thinkin he the man yeah he grown
Yeah we still reppin east side beast side
Bitch nigga you get clipped you ain't home yeah yeah yeah 
Yeah you know we repping East Side beast side
Killin niggas in my hood is a sport.

Verse:
I got a bucket list blacklist hit list
Shawty might scream when she see this
Opportunist seen a couple drivers kinda slipping
Dirty mouths bet I'll wash em out like rappers in this
Industry, been thinking bout it all outta optics 
I mean I'm all outta pocket
I'm rapping more than I study
Buddy this not how I started 
Prolly gon end up on album parties
Than college 
I'm stunting
Prolly gon end up in coffin
Coughing this blunt is dissolving

HOMiCiDE- Grown (prod. Slimeybeats)

Bang Bang!
Indigo Stella ft. HOMiCiDE

2nd Verse (HOMiCiDE):

Eyyy yah, gang gang
We could let the pistol do the talking like bang bang
Bunch of different colours looking indi going gang gang 
If you fuck wit Stella then the clique gon let them thangs hang
Bang Bang?
Bang Bang
I just want a whip
Install a clip inside the whip
Then fuck yo bitch inside the whip
And draw the clip if you get pissed
The fire blazing out the crib
You know we crazy wit the spliff
You know we Goblins tell yo shawty if she pretty then get in
You know I'm...quick to get it
Armageddon 'pproaching
Talking petty shit like ima get it
Bet the pack gon blast this shit like gleezy in my hood
I'm yelling east side in yo hood
I'm betting touch me you gon end up getting clipped by different goons
Ey usain bolting in this bitch 
I'm moving quicker than the news say
Welcome in this bitch we talking politics 
When noose hang, killing different kids
A bottle cost about a loot ey
Goblins in this bitch you know we hotter than what you say.

Indigo Stella - Bang Bang feat. HOMiCiDE

HOMiCiDE- Gangster feat. Jst.Godfrey (prod. Slimeybeats)

To The Cheque (prod. Slimeybeats & Prodspinelli)

To The Cheque

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HOMiCiDE - To The Cheque feat. Ezrah(prod. Slimeybeats)

HOMiCiDE - Got It (prod. Kobe_za)

Hook:
No hand outs, need cash now
New plan on my hands
Low income so I'm picking pockets till it stretch out (yeah yeah)
Talking bout real snakes yeah 
Fake friends so my back's out (yeah yeah)
New plan now, new cast now
Till it pans out yeah yeah

Verse:
If I could travel in water
Travel the holiest touch you get slaughtered
Battle the phoniest come and get slaughtered
Travel in pieces we don't need breathing that's my new thesis
End in hell but not in a hearse
Six feet deep battle the curse
Battle the demon that no one was seeing 
Religion was deemed, to startle you people
And cause a commotion
Twelve years of school, then ten years of begging your boss for promotion
Two years of bliss, then three years of asking your boy why the hell he abusive
Can't touch my lyrics my flow on acoustics
Can't touch my ceiling no box and no bullshit
Bonding wit spirits and none of em lucid 
Fence is all picket inside cut the bullshit
Maaan, I'm channelling energies
Look at my melanin, look at you craving it
Skin is black diamond if y'all are comparing it
Sick of the problems that babies could solve
Stopping your finger from pulling the trigger if nothing was wrong
Trust me my nigga I'm pulling the trigger 
On every last cop on every last opp
East Side bitch, Beast Side Clique 
On every last song.

Hook:
No hand outs, need cash now
New plan on my hands
Low income so I'm picking pockets till it stretch out (yeah yeah)
Talking bout real snakes yeah 
Fake friends so my back's out (yeah yeah)
New plan now, new cast now
Till it pans out yeah yeah

No Hand Outs

HOMiCiDE - No Hand Outs (prod. GMP)

Hook:
(Eyy) Copped me a sword like who? Samurai
Kept in the boot wit the tools
Got me a hat and a coat like who? Samurai
Stay in the shadows like goons
Mixing the syrup she thought it was fruit juice
Now she sleeping no regular juice
Quick wit the twos little homie got loot
Come to the hood hook you up wit the twos
Come to the hood man I copped me a sword
Like who? Samurai
Kept in the boot wit the tools
Got me a hat and a coat like who
Samurai stay in the shadows like goons
Mixing the syrup she thought it was fruit juice
Now she sleeping no regular juice
Quick wit the twos little homie got loot
Come to the hood hook you up wit the twos
Come to the hood man I copped me a sword

Verse:
Oh, nothing to see
We be the goblins ain't nothing to beef 
I rhyme wit the best tryna run from the streets
Like destiny many just die in the streets
Or dying in jail, I ain't many
I'm plenty of talent evolving wit heat
A furnace if furnace could host evil king
To burn it and smoke it I live for this shit 
To burn it I'm coping, I'm focused on music
And school ain't the muse that I thought that it is
And shawty complaining she want more attention
Can't blame her I'm feeling like 50 in P.I.M.P
You want a whole story I'm dropping an AXE in September
Don't play me I'll hit you wit it
Who thought that the R4DDiC47 B4ST4RD could flow on the beat
And then kill it like this, my nigga I'm lit
I'm trigger happy blasting shots in the game
And the trigger happy thugger shot all in vain
It's another night another body
The hood is just liquor stores, churches and homes full of bodies
To drink all your sorrows and host all your parties
A night full of fun and good morning to bodies
I spend most my nights wit a pen and a lozenge
My throat burnin' up all this fire I'm dropping.

Hook:
(Eyy) Copped me a sword like who? Samurai
Kept in the boot wit the tools
Got me a hat and a coat like who? Samurai
Stay in the shadows like goons
Mixing the syrup she thought it was fruit juice
Now she sleeping no regular juice
Quick wit the twos little homie got loot
Come to the hood hook you up wit the twos
Come to the hood man I copped me a sword
Like who? Samurai
Kept in the boot wit the tools
Got me a hat and a coat like who
Samurai stay in the shadows like goons
Mixing the syrup she thought it was fruit juice
Now she sleeping no regular juice
Quick wit the twos little homie got loot
Come to the hood hook you up wit the twos
Come to the hood man I copped me a sword

HOMiCiDE- Samurai feat. Inferno (prod Slimeybeats)

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