Homicide
Snoop Dogg Lyrics


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You say you wanna take a ride? Get in
I grew up on that other side, getting it in
You niggas selling a bunch of pies, snatch a Benz
I heard you say it's going down, I'm going in
Go tell 'em it's a homicide (murder)
Go tell 'em it's a homicide (murder, murder)
Go tell 'em it's a homicide (murder, murder)
Go tell 'em it's a homicide, ya ya

Fighting, shooting, killing, riding
Cripping, tripping, spitting fire
In the kitchen, baking pies
Taking mines, making mines
Yellow tape, black gun
Fill it with them hollow shells
And leave the scene bloody
Buddy can't nobody tell
Catch a plane to the ATL
Lay low in a cheap motel
Whatever suits ya
And get a few thangs from my cousin Future
Now I'm back on and popping like
Trapping, rapping in the cut
Talk shit, I fuck you up
They don't recognize who I am or where I'm from
So I hit the strip club banging twenty crip 'cause
Treble with the bass, put that thang up in yo shavening
And leave yo body bleeding on the pavement

You say you wanna take a ride? Get in
I grew up on that other side, getting it in
You niggas selling a bunch of pies, snatch a Benz
I heard you say it's going down, I'm going in
Go tell 'em it's a homicide (murder)
Go tell 'em it's a homicide (murder, murder)
Go tell 'em it's a homicide (murder, murder)
Go tell 'em it's a homicide, ya ya

[?] open up that fire
You gotta question a nigga standing next to you, cut him off
I grew up on the side you gotta make yourself a boss
Niggas'll shit on you any chance they get
Cross you out on a lick
If you ain't ready for the ending then quit
It's a dirty world, you gotta get your hands dirty
I'm going for the title with my hands on the rifle
I put in the same work you put in, survival
Looking at my rival, they looking suicidal
Keep them bodies off wax, I can spot a rat
Let the [?] play, brrrat!

You say you wanna take a ride? Get in
I grew up on that other side, getting it in
You niggas selling a bunch of pies, snatch a Benz
I heard you say it's going down, I'm going in
Go tell 'em it's a homicide (murder)
Go tell 'em it's a homicide (murder, murder)
Go tell 'em it's a homicide (murder, murder)
Go tell 'em it's a homicide, ya ya

Slang a bunch of packs, and go and snatch a Benzo
I played them streets as a young nigga, ain't never liked Nintendo
Them gangstas in the yard, them my motherfucking kinfolk
They'll kidnap you and yo broad (in broad) daylight, no pretendo
I grew up 'round a bunch of monsters, call that pressure on ya
Be so scared for ya life, you call the police on ya
You ready, say you ready
You gon' starve or you want fetti yo life'll change a second
Good or bad, don't open yo mouth, make sure you shut it
Ain't no telling who listening, make a wise decision
I'm from 'cross the tracks, like Boozie
Where you ride, you better know who shooting

You say you wanna take a ride? Get in
I grew up on that other side, getting it in
You niggas selling a bunch of pies, snatch a Benz
I heard you say it's going down, I'm going in
Go tell 'em it's a homicide (murder)
Go tell 'em it's a homicide (murder, murder)




Go tell 'em it's a homicide (murder, murder)
Go tell 'em it's a homicide, ya ya

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Snoop Dogg's song Homicide are a description of the violent underworld of gangs and drug dealing. The lyrics describe the brutal reality of life on the streets, where violence and crime are the norm. The first verse is an invitation to take a ride with the singer, who grew up on the other side of the tracks, where selling drugs and stealing cars is a way of life. The chorus invites listeners to "Go tell 'em it's a homicide," a grim reminder of the violence that permeates the world of gangs and drug dealers.


The second verse describes the world of violence and crime in more detail, with images of fighting, shooting, killing, and riding. The singer boasts of his prowess in the kitchen, baking pies and taking mines. He describes filling a gun with hollow shells and leaving the scene of a crime bloody, with nobody able to tell who committed the crime. The lyrics continue with references to Atlanta, a "cheap motel," and Future, a fellow rapper.


The third verse is a warning to listeners that the world of gangs and drug dealing is a dangerous place. The singer warns that anyone standing next to you could be cut off at any moment. He encourages listeners to make themselves a boss and warns that others will try to "cross you out on a lick." The lyrics end with a reminder that the streets are a dirty world, where you have to get your hands dirty to survive.


Line by Line Meaning

You say you wanna take a ride? Get in
Are you ready to join me in a life of crime and danger?


I grew up on that other side, getting it in
I come from a rough environment and had to work hard to get where I am today.


You niggas selling a bunch of pies, snatch a Benz
You're dealing drugs to get by, but I'm making real money by stealing cars.


I heard you say it's going down, I'm going in
You're planning something illegal, and I'm ready to go along with it and make it happen.


Go tell 'em it's a homicide (murder)
We're committing a murder, and we don't want anyone to get in our way or snitch on us.


Fighting, shooting, killing, riding
Life on the streets is all about violence and danger, and I've been in my fair share of fights and gun battles.


Cripping, tripping, spitting fire
I'm a member of the Crips gang, and I'm always ready to fight, run, or rap about my life.


In the kitchen, baking pies
I've dabbled in drug dealing, but my real money comes from stealing cars and selling them for parts.


Taking mines, making mines
I'm not satisfied with just keeping what I earn - I'm always on the lookout for new ways to make money and expand my empire.


Yellow tape, black gun
The aftermath of our violent crimes is marked by police tape and the guns we use to commit them.


Fill it with them hollow shells
We load our guns with deadly ammunition that will cause maximum damage to our targets.


And leave the scene bloody
Our crimes are violent and leave a bloody mess behind, with no regard for the victims or their families.


Buddy can't nobody tell
We're careful to keep our crimes quiet, so nobody will be able to identify us or turn us in to the authorities.


Catch a plane to the ATL
When the heat is on, we're always ready to flee to Atlanta, where we can lay low and avoid the cops.


Lay low in a cheap motel
We don't need expensive hotels or flashy lifestyles - we're content to live simply and avoid attention.


Whatever suits ya
We're adaptable and will do whatever it takes to survive and thrive on the streets.


And get a few thangs from my cousin Future
We have connections all over the city, including with my cousin Future, who can hook us up with whatever we need.


Now I'm back on and popping like
After a brief layoff, I'm back to my old ways and doing even better than before.


Trapping, rapping in the cut
I'm rapping about my life on the streets while we lay low and avoid the police.


Talk shit, I fuck you up
I don't back down from anyone who tries to disrespect me or my gang - I'm always ready to fight back and defend myself.


They don't recognize who I am or where I'm from
My reputation and my gang affiliation make me intimidating and unknown to outsiders.


So I hit the strip club banging twenty crip 'cause
I show off my gang affiliation and my wealth at the strip club, where I can flex my muscles and enjoy myself.


Treble with the bass, put that thang up in yo shavening
I'm playing loud music and enjoying myself, and I'm ready to pull out my gun if anyone crosses me.


And leave yo body bleeding on the pavement
If anyone disrespects me or my gang, I'm always ready to use violence to make sure they pay the ultimate price.


[?] open up that fire
I don't care about the consequences of my actions - I'm ready to set the streets on fire and make my mark.


You gotta question a nigga standing next to you, cut him off
I don't trust anyone who hasn't proven themselves to me, and I'm willing to cut off anyone who isn't loyal or trustworthy.


I grew up on the side you gotta make yourself a boss
To survive and thrive on the streets, you have to be your own boss and make your own opportunities.


Niggas'll shit on you any chance they get
The streets are full of people who will try to take advantage of you or turn against you at the first opportunity.


Cross you out on a lick
Even your own friends may betray you and cross you out of a lucrative opportunity.


If you ain't ready for the ending then quit
Surviving on the streets is risky and dangerous, and if you can't handle it, you should get out before it's too late.


It's a dirty world, you gotta get your hands dirty
To succeed on the streets, you have to be willing to get your hands dirty and do whatever it takes to survive.


I'm going for the title with my hands on the rifle
My ultimate goal is to become the king of the streets, and I'm willing to use any means necessary, including guns, to achieve it.


I put in the same work you put in, survival
I work just as hard as anyone else on the streets, and I'm determined to come out on top and thrive.


Looking at my rival, they looking suicidal
My enemies and rivals on the streets know that I'm a serious threat and are starting to get nervous and desperate.


Keep them bodies off wax, I can spot a rat
I'm good at covering up my crimes and keeping the police off my trail, and I know how to spot anyone who might be trying to snitch on me.


Let the [?] play, brrrat!
I'm always ready to use violence to defend myself and my gang, and I'm not afraid to pull the trigger if I have to.


Slang a bunch of packs, and go and snatch a Benzo
I deal drugs to make money, but my real profits come from stealing cars and selling them on the black market.


I played them streets as a young nigga, ain't never liked Nintendo
I've been hustling and surviving on the streets since I was young, and I've never been interested in playing video games like Nintendo.


Them gangstas in the yard, them my motherfucking kinfolk
I have a tight-knit group of friends and associates who are like family to me, and we're all involved in the gangster lifestyle together.


They'll kidnap you and yo broad (in broad) daylight, no pretendo
My enemies and rivals on the streets are violent and ruthless, and won't hesitate to kidnap or harm me or my loved ones in broad daylight.


Be so scared for ya life, you call the police on ya
People on the streets are so afraid and desperate for help that they will even call the police, despite the risks and dangers involved.


You ready, say you ready
If you want to survive on the streets, you have to be tough and ready for anything that comes your way.


You gon' starve or you want fetti yo life'll change a second
Life on the streets is all about survival, and you have to decide whether you want to struggle and starve or make money and thrive - but your life can change in an instant.


Good or bad, don't open yo mouth, make sure you shut it
The streets are full of secrets and information that can get you killed, and you have to be careful not to reveal anything that could compromise your safety.


Ain't no telling who listening, make a wise decision
The streets have ears, and you never know who might be listening in or watching your every move, so you have to be smart and make calculated decisions.


I'm from 'cross the tracks, like Boozie
I come from the other side of the tracks, where life is tough and opportunities are few and far between, much like rapper Boosie.


Where you ride, you better know who shooting
The streets are full of danger and violence, and you have to be aware of your surroundings and know who your friends and enemies are to survive.




Lyrics © GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: NAYVADIUS WILBURN, RODNEY R. JR. HILL, JON JOSEF P. MILLER, CALVIN CORDAZOR BROADUS

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@lykawolf9991

Thanx for giving us some Snoop Future.  You pay respects and I love that!!

@jamarcusstephens781

I love this song

@ianlangille558

Lyka Wolf straight up

@3X3X3X

Future has the some of the craziest chorus's/hooks in hip hop right now. he's actually decent. listen to his lyrics, they're well thought out

@antoniamccarthy

Another song of future I have to put in my live stories it's so good 💖

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@eddieac1

snoop killed it !!!

@dougiedoug9990

Snoop killed every single swag move he made in this video, his swag is like that of a king or God, and future killed it with the sauce of a King and God in this video too. a very underrated song shouts out

@SuperSikNasty

snoop killed it, future resurrected it

@milesglasser4643

Snoop killed it. Future reserected it (with verse 2).
Future killed it again (with verse 3).

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