Homicide
Wooh Da Kid Lyrics

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You decide to keen your pride
I ain't waiting ain't got no patience
Raised by the Grove I ain't got an education
24 7 shawty fuck a vacation
Lost a real nigga why you go to the station
Dam D-mars why these fuck niggas hating
Can't be pussy why god had to take 'em
Free my nigga Moe 25 years he facing

I'm from the Grove Street, that's my nation.
Hoes on point, never lose a concentration
New black 'rari, got a nigga try and race it.
Fresh off probabation, say whats up to the Haitians.
Solo rotation, got a nigga gon' point.
Case of the case, when this shit gon' stop
Run up on me(Cl-cl-cl-)POW! POW! Man bout to drop
I'm a Brick Squad crop. The crowd screamin' Waka Flock!
Man you rad! Dude you go hard!
I yelled out squad! Crowd yell out squad!
I'm livin' at hell, I'm only scared of God

Suicide paint, suicide rims
Suicide loud, I got them suicide friends
Suicide bitches they will kill for a nigga
Call it suicide run upon me for a nigga

Homicide purp', homicide vert
Homicide your ass and put your ass on a shirt
Homicide ice, homicide life
Homicide your kids and you motherfucker wife, Catch up.

Imma rich man sparking, a rich man coughin
Dead man walkin, dead man talkin'
I'm the man with the grams, get your bags get your weight
Call me Bakerman, 'cause I can bake a cake Gucci
Drop top rarri, call it headless horseman
Cooking up babies, call that shit abortion
Roaming through the 6 like a mothafuckin' orphan
I think I killed your roll dog and put him in a coffin
When its on again grab a tone again
No pad or pen I gotta win
BSM and 1017 my whole squad be going in
Suicide is a homicide
I smoke so much my brain is fried
Ferrari boyz and Ferrari toys
Pullin' up lookin' like the gotti boyz

Suicide paint, suicide rims
Suicide loud, I got them suicide friends
Suicide bitches they will kill for a nigga
Call it suicide run upon me for a nigga

Homicide purp, homicide vert
Homicide your ass and put your ass on a shirt
Homicide ice, homicide life
Homicide your kids and you motherfucker wife, Catch up.

Doors go up we just call it suicide
I ain't playin, I'm just praying its a homicide
Its 1017 that mean its time for BSM
Bread to win, that's for Pop Joe and Bos and Bim
Test what, test that, test this
Your bet your real lab rat I'll let a test bit
Running with the cannon I ain't talkin' nick
I put 7 on your chest like Emm dot VICK
Murder nigga, murder nigga
Real short fuse I hurta nigga

Wood Da Kid, Wooh Da King
I'm married to my strap and I don't need a ring

Overall Meaning

The first verse of Wooh Da Kid's "Homicide" describes the harsh realities of life in the Grove Street neighborhood. He begins by addressing the listener and tells them that they can keep their pride, but he won't wait around, as he has no patience. He then confesses that he was raised there but didn't receive an education. Wooh Da Kid explains that he lives a hectic life with no breaks and has recently lost someone, and he questions why people are hating and why God took him. Moreover, Wooh Da Kid has a friend, Moe who is facing 25 years in prison, and is from Grove Street, which is his nation. Hoes are always on point, never losing concentration, and have even managed to purchase a new black Ferrari. He just came off probation, greeted the Haitians, and now he's making solo moves. However, he's always looking behind his back because he doesn't know when someone will confront him, shoot him, or if the violence will ever stop.

The chorus of the song features the words "Suicide" and "Homicide" repeatedly. The suicide refers to the things he does to stand out and the risks he takes to live on edge but the homicide represents the violence that comes with being part of the gang culture. Wooh Da Kid talks about various things, such as suicide paint, suicide rims, and suicide friends. The climax of the first chapter features a warning to listeners to catch up because Wooh Da Kid takes no prisoners.

The lyrics of "Homicide" are about the struggles of the African American community in Atlanta's district. It describes living in a dangerous environment and gang life, fuelled by Hustling to eat, to make ends meet, surrounded by guns and drugs They explain how living with limited options and opportunities has led to a life of crime and violence that becomes normalized.

Line by Line Meaning

You decide to keen your pride
You choose to keep your dignity intact.

I ain't waiting ain't got no patience
I'm not waiting because I'm impatient.

Raised by the Grove I ain't got an education
I grew up in Grove Street and didn't receive formal education.

24 7 shawty fuck a vacation
I don't take vacations, I work all day every day.

Lost a real nigga why you go to the station
I lost a friend who went to the police station.

Dam D-mars why these fuck niggas hating
I don't understand why these people are hating.

Can't be pussy why god had to take 'em
God had to take them because they couldn't be cowards.

Free my nigga Moe 25 years he facing
My friend Moe is facing a 25-year sentence.

I'm from the Grove Street, that's my nation.
I come from Grove Street and that's where my loyalty lies.

Hoes on point, never lose a concentration
I'm always focused and never lose concentration, even around women.

New black 'rari, got a nigga try and race it.
I have a new black Ferrari which makes other people want to race me.

Fresh off probation, say whats up to the Haitians.
I just finished probation and am now greeting my Haitian friends.

Solo rotation, got a nigga gon' point.
I'm alone and have a weapon to protect myself.

Case of the case, when this shit gon' stop
The situation is getting out of control and I don't know when it will end.

Run up on me(Cl-cl-cl-)POW! POW! Man bout to drop
If someone tries to attack me, they'll get shot and fall down.

I'm a Brick Squad crop. The crowd screamin' Waka Flock!
I'm part of Brick Squad and the crowd is cheering for Waka Flocka Flame.

Man you rad! Dude you go hard!
You're amazing and going all-out!

I yelled out squad! Crowd yell out squad!
I shouted out squad and the crowd responded the same way.

I'm livin' at hell, I'm only scared of God
My life is like hell, but I'm only afraid of God.

Suicide paint, suicide rims
The paint and rims of my car are flashy and attention-grabbing.

Suicide loud, I got them suicide friends
My friends and I are loud and enjoy showing off our material possessions.

Suicide bitches they will kill for a nigga
My female associates are so devoted that they would kill for me.

Call it suicide run upon me for a nigga
It's suicidal to try and attack me or my friends.

Homicide purp', homicide vert
The color of some of my possessions (purple and green) connote death.

Homicide your ass and put your ass on a shirt
I could kill you and put your face on a shirt as a warning to others.

Homicide ice, homicide life
The jewelry I own also connote death (ice = diamonds and life = guns).

Homicide your kids and you motherfucker wife, Catch up.
I'm not only willing to kill you but also your family.

Doors go up we just call it suicide
My car has doors that open up, which can be dangerous.

I ain't playin, I'm just praying its a homicide
I'm not joking, I'd prefer to commit a homicide over suicide.

Its 1017 that mean its time for BSM
It's 10:17, which means it's time for Brick Squad Monopoly.

Bread to win, that's for Pop Joe and Bos and Bim
We're chasing money and success for Pop Joe, Bos, and Bim.

Test what, test that, test this
Try to challenge me if you want to and see what happens.

Your bet your real lab rat I'll let a test bit
If you're brave enough to test me, I'll treat you like a lab rat.

Running with the cannon I ain't talkin' nick
I have a gun and I'm not talking about a toy one.

I put 7 on your chest like Emm dot VICK
I live in a place where violence is common (like the places where Emmett Till and Michael Vick committed their crimes).

Murder nigga, murder nigga
I'm a killer, I can and will murder people.

Real short fuse I hurta nigga
I have a quick temper and will hurt someone easily.

Wood Da Kid, Wooh Da King
Wooh Da Kid is my name and I'm the king of my world.

I'm married to my strap and I don't need a ring
I'm dedicated to carrying my gun and don't need anything else to prove my allegiance.

Ferrari boyz and Ferrari toys
I have a group of friends with Ferraris and other expensive toys.

Pullin' up lookin' like the gotti boyz
When we pull up, we look like organized criminals (like John Gotti's crew).

Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: JOSHUA LUELLEN, JUAQUIN MALPHURS, NYQUAN MALPHURS, RADRIC DAVIS, RADRIC DELANTIC DAVIS

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