Suicide Bounce (feat. Busta Rhymes) (Clean Album Version)
Nas, Busta Rhymes
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Hey fellas
I think you might wanna s-s-sneak your ratchet in here for this one
Hey ladies, put the petroleum jelly on your face
Ayo, Nas, I got a big bet in the streets
That you knock they ass out in the
First thirty 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 family's settled
How do 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, leave her behind
Two granddaughters, two grandsons
Two nines next to me in the Phantom
Hul' line, big screen documentaries of Idi Amin Dada
Tryna stay away from creeps with they bullshit
Tryna pull me back in the streets
War stories, funerals where feds be layin' from a dreadful slayin'
Body viewings at the wake
Nigga sit stiff in his Ferrari, no casket
With his eyelids still open, kinda spooky
Iceman watch on, the suit Gucci
I'm above the standard, but dudes is more zealous than Branford
Thinkin' you're too rich, they wanna gun ya
Kidnap ya 'cause of they hunger, but you fuckin' with hunters
Camouflage and black hoods and dump clips
'Cause real niggas die over dumb shit
Camouflage and black hoods and dump clips
'Cause real niggas die over dumb shit
Fight, fist, dance, sucker! (Come on, come on!)
Suicide bounce, brother! (Yeah, come on!)
Ice, whips, cash, nigga! (Yeah, what you want now?)
Bounce your big ass, motherfucker! (Yeah, let's go, let's go!)
Fight, fist, dance, sucker! (Come on!)
Suicide bounce, brother! (Huh, yeah, come on!)
Ice, whips, cash, nigga! (Yeah, what you want now?)
Bounce your big ass, motherfucker! (Yeah, let's go!)
To y'all power-struck, sure Nas is dangerous
Y'all the antithesis, the opposite, twitch and shit
All up in your body language
Mean-mug at your bitch 'cause she leans over to look closer
Told you y'all sloppy gangstas
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, four to the stomach
Call more security, 'cause I cometh
Anywhere you at, you scary cats
If you dare, squeeze back
Thine shall reign 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
And feed the dog first, watch out for salmonella poisonin'
I know a kid who throw shit in your food
And say that's the way you kill a man, avoid the shootin', hey
Fight, fist, dance, sucker! (Come on!)
Suicide bounce, brother! (Yeah, come on!)
Ice, whips, cash, nigga! (Yeah, what you want now?)
Bounce your big ass, motherfucker! (Yeah, let's go, let's go!)
Fight, fist, dance, sucker! (Come on!)
Suicide bounce, brother! (Huh, yeah, come on!)
Ice, whips, cash, nigga! (Yeah, what you want now?)
Bounce your big ass, motherfucker! (Yeah, let's go!)
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!