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Suicide Feat. Lukey Cage & Conway The Machine
Big Ghost Ltd
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Rome Streetz
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Suicide, it's a suicide, buda bye-bye
Suicide, it's a suicide
Ayo
Pound for pound, they arms too short to box the garden weak (uh-huh)
I pile boxes, six feet deep, all of the marks in your squad (uh-huh)
Still charm your broad, and have her wylin', like it's Mardi Gras (yeah)
The don with all Armani on, keep a fire on (fire, fire)
This the dope they all fiend in the trial, go and tie your arm
They bought that weak shit from that guy, but I supply the bomb
See, the truth inside a liar's eye, know when the vibe is wrong
Reside in a condo now, but I started out the vagabond (uh-huh)
Met the connect through a high school friend, then plugged up (I did)
In between, all I ever dreamed of in a drug bust
Killin' shit severely, you would swear he had a bloodlust
Keep them snakes nowhere near me, rarely do I trust hugs (nah)
Handshakes, smiles and phony gestures for a hundred grams
I charge him three thou', we took the product out the chest
To fuck it up, I get you touched, like a molester, you're all lesser
Brick Lesnar, got this shit lit off a double-up tester (uh-huh)
And multiply, most you guys would fry under pressure (niggas won)
And die a slow murder I scribed, you niggas jobs
Small like a rock-out, a two for vibes, six million ways to die
You decide, let somethin' hot fly through your side (bah, bah)
Suicide (it's a suicide), push you inside (get out of here)
Real big difference between you and I
We on opposite sides of the spectrum, like truth and lies
Do or die, the tools what I had to utilize
Suicide (it's a suicide), push you inside (get out of here, nigga)
Real big difference between you and I
We on opposite sides of the spectrum, like truth and lies
Do or die, the tools what I had to utilize
Ayo, bro don't go nowhere without his pole (he got it on him)
It's in the car, even when he at parole (that nigga buggin', man)
You know the vibes, where I'm from, the streets is cold (you know what's up, pussy)
Junkies shootin', H-Town in the toes (hahaha)
My bitch, I work, I'm gettin' busy on the stove (whip, whip)
One half and two quarters, that's a whole (uh-huh, uh-huh)
See me ridin' through the trenches and the roads (you see me ridin', right?)
The homie with me, he gon' wipe the nigga nose (brr)
Ayo, I'm still in my prime, like Deon the coach
Machine, bitch, I'm beyond reproach, I'm beyond the ghost (hahaha)
Put dick in that bitch mouth, be on the throat (ah)
Ivy on the rope (ah), like, why the diamond choker?
I'll be honest, I don't know why I spoke (woo)
Even Goose was like, "Why do you even bother with these rappers?"
Even Mori know that you these niggas fathers (hahaha)
They know I'm the truth, with all this spooky shit I offer
Got some goons with me that hop out and boom at niggas chargers
Niggas get out of pocket, I'm clappin' you (huh?)
So let's just keep it wrapped
But you don't wanna do that, 'cause you know I'm outrappin' you (facts)
And let's not even bring up the discussion of capital (come on, man)
You bum-ass niggas never touch back to this magnitude (I'm gettin' money, nigga)
Y'all should be showin' me gratitude (huh?)
I kicked that door down, they ain't close it, I left a crack for you (talk to 'em)
Niggas threw shots at me, I didn't feel no pressure
Two niggas 'posed to had did it, they killed both (ha)
Even the 'net niggas be fake rope, and real broke
It's wrong, Machine, Ghost, motherfucker (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, nigga)
Suicide (it's a suicide), push you inside (get out of here)
Real big difference between you and I
We on opposite sides of the spectrum, like truth and lies
Do or die, the tools what I had to utilize
Suicide (it's a suicide), push you inside (get out of here, nigga)
Real big difference between you and I
We on opposite sides of the spectrum, like truth and lies
Do or die, the tools what I had to utilize
Suicide, it's a suicide, buda bye-bye
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Suicide, it's a suicide, buda bye-bye
They should save New York City right about now
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Peace, the good, the bad, the terrible
This a parable, you already know, you know what I'm sayin', like?
Boom, street fighter
Some niggas, all they use is Ken and Ryu
Kinda like NBA and football, NFL shit
All niggas know is LeBron
Don't matter what team, what's your team? LeBron
Whatever team LeBron on, boom, whatever
What team gonna win? Warriors, the Patriots, whatever
Fuck that, whatever, all niggas use is Ken and Ryu
They don't even know about Dhalsim, M. Bison
You know what I'm sayin'?
They don't-, E Honda, Chun-Li, they don't even know
No, no, Tekken shit, all niggas use is Eddy Gordo, what the fuck?
Type of niggas'll go to a five r-, five star restaurant
And order chicken fingers, fuck wrong with you, nigga?
The fuck is wrong with you, you know what I'm sayin'?
But once you go outside of the norm
You realize, you can do a lot more, but some niggas
They don't even expand their horizons past that shit
You know what I'm sayin'?
Like, you could hop off the fence with Vega and shit
You could do a lot of shit, know what I'm sayin'?
It's like hip-hop
Some niggas only know NBA YoungBoy
And fuckin' Drake and all that shit, man
But once you get down here
And find the good shit and utilize it, you'll be a lot better
Fuck Ken and Ryu and Eddie Gordo
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