Suicide Bounce (feat. Busta Rhymes)

Ay fellas, I think you might wanna S-sneak your ratchet in here for this one Ay ladies, put your petroleum jelly on your face Yo nas, we got a big bet in the streets that you knock They ass out in the first 30 seconds of the first round, get 'em Sittin' up drunk, shufflin' thoughts Got paper but I'm lost Losin' focus what a nigga still hustlin' for My seed is straight, the fam is settled Idle time get the man in trouble When wifey tourin', my life get borin' Start to remember all types of torment The Devil's callin', but I don't answer Mom passed from cancer, leavin' behind Two granddaughters, two grandsons, two 9's Next to me in the phantom, who lyin'? Big screen documentaries of Adi Amain Gotta, try to stay away from creeps With they bullshit, tryin' to put me back in the streets War stories, funerals Where feds be layin' from a dreadful slayin' Body viewing's at the wake Nigga sit stiff in his Ferrari, no casket With his eyelids still open, it's kinda spooky Iceman watch on, the suit Gucci I'm above the standard But dude just mar-salis than Bradford Thinkin' you're too rich, they wanna gun ya Kidnap ya 'cause of they hunger, but you fuckin' with hunters Camoflauged in black hoods that dump clips 'Cause real niggaz die over dumb shit Camoflauged in black hoods that dump clips 'Cause real niggaz die over dumb shit Fight, fists, dance, suckah Suicide, bounce, brother Ice, whips, cash, nigga Watch yo' big ass, momma Fight, fists, dance, suckah Suicide, bounce, brother Ice, whips, cash, nigga Watch yo' big ass, momma To your power structure, Nas is dangerous Y'all the antithesis, the opposite Twitchin' shit, all up in your body language Mean muggin' your bitch, 'cause she leans over To look closer told you y'all sloppy gangsters sayin' "Nas is this and nas is that" Your eyes go front, your eyes go back Surprised I'm at the same place y'all be at It's obvious you don't know how I react Like I don't know where the party's at You're foamin' at the mouth, losin' breath Like a cardiac arrest, but I ain't impressed 'Cause the fact is, y'all don't really want it Two to the head, fo' to the stomach Call more security 'cause I come off Anywhere you're at you scary cats If you dare squeeze back, guns shall rain A thousand times harder than when I first came, y'all not relentless Y'all dumb and y'all just forgot about the consequences Not a jail sentence but see the nigga you feed'll Kick it to dude that kick it to me We possess, the recipes for death, 'cause jealousy destroys Feed the dog first, watch out for salmonella poisoning I know a kid who'll throw shit in your food And say, "That's the way you kill a man, avoid the shooting" Fight, fists, dance, suckah Suicide, bounce, brother Ice, whips, cash, nigga Watch yo' big ass, momma Fight, fists, dance, suckah Suicide, bounce, brother Ice, whips, cash, nigga Watch yo' big ass, momma You smile in my face, secretly I know, you want my place You waitin' on me to choke, don't want a nigga to breathe Wanna come cut my throat, you wanna get rid of me But before I let it happen them guns gon' start clappin' And y'all gon' rest in peace, 'cause death is the recipe Before I let it happen them guns gon' start clappin' And y'all gon' rest in peace, 'cause death is the recipe Suicide, bounce, brother Suicide, bounce, brother Suicide, bounce, brother Suicide, bounce, brother