Suicide Bounce
Nas & Busta Rhymes
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Hey, fellas, I think you might wanna
Sneak your ratchet in here for this one
Hey, ladies, put your petroleum jelly on your face
Ayo, Nas, I 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 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, leavin' behind
Two granddaughters, two grandsons, two nines
Next to me in the Phantom, who lyin'?
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 sits 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 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, suicide bounce, brother
Ice, whips, cash, nigga, bounce your big ass, mama
Fight, fist, dance, sucker, suicide bounce, brother
Ice, whips, cash, nigga, bounce your big ass, mama
To y'all power-struck sure 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, 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
Who 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, suicide bounce, brother
Ice, whips, cash, nigga, bounce your big ass, mama
Fight, fist, dance, sucker, suicide bounce, brother
Ice, whips, cash, nigga, bounce your big ass, mama
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