Fabolous - Suicide Lyrics
[Intro]Feels good to be back, feels damn good("BROOKLYN!!!") ("Gangsta Grillz you BASTARDS")(See don't consider these niggaz your friends) Uhh(I mean might not even wanna call 'em associates)(I heard y'all that thought we were down){"Gangsta, gangsta..."} (It's like Drama said)(You're supposed to do it the right way!)(What is the right way NIGGA?!)(Oh I didn't help the game out? Okay)(Kill yourself! Out)Suicide it's a suicdeHow you want it, in the abdomen or back?Cause enemies poke you from the front, friends stab you in the backThe same niggaz be tryin to collab you on the track (what they do?)They turn right around and try to crab you on the smackBut through the ups and downs I jus try to stay level headed (I'm cool)I hear a lot of bullshit but I never sweat itCause when you ask 'em bout it, they gon' say they never said itThey know if it's beef I let the mac-11 dead itAnd wen I spit you could dig it like a shovel said itYou couldn't hear a hotter flow if the devil said itI walk by 'em and winkI don't feel T-Pain cause I never had to "Buy Em a Drink" (not me)Double shot of 'Loso baby I am the drinkTell em lay down on the couch baby I am the shrinkOh yeah, I bring ya lady home, but I got the 80 chromedNiggaz go Tom Cruise crazy for the Katie HolmesI know niggaz livin in the fedsSome say don't look down unless she givin you some headI'm driven by the bread (yes) my push is the paper (yes)I roll up like kush in the paperI gotta be Kobe, you never see niggaz like Smush in the paperUnless he got pushed in the paperSo my niggaz be on some bullshit, I call 'em the heat sweepersThey ride around with the street sweepersThey murk you at the Grammys, but to kill you in the street's cheaperEither way you six feet deeperIt's 'Loso a/k/a the 1 Trump Plaza suite creeperKing size, Double G gucci sheet sweeper ("Gangsta, gangsta...")The kid blow shots, catch me and the kid robot5 in the jersey, cause the kid so hotYeah similar to Jason, you point at the guardYou must got an appointment with GodA meetin with Allah, or maybe a hot date with SatanNiggaz is food, I got hot plates for hatinSo whne they bring the name up, they gon' say I came upThat shit alone be burnin these *****in lames upCome through in a Bentley, just to turn the flames upSo you wanna take a shot, nigga best to aim up (aim up next time)'Loso top shelf, Nigga I'm the betta liquorAin't goin nowhere for a while, you could get a SnickerI ***** her quick, get her quickerMa momma said keep your tongue in ya mouth unless you a letter lickerI'm gettin money *****, but I ain't a cheddar trickerGot the Texas toast meanin that my bread is thickerAs a youngin I was too cool to sweat a whoreNow I'm *****in pretty *****es with them good credit scoresNigga with mental loss, can't forget I been a bossTryin me is like bungee'n with dental floss... *****er![Outro]I mean this is what we doThis is what we do over here y'know? All the timeY'knahmean? Street FamDi-di-di-di-boys, stutter gangStreet di-di-di-damn!Whatever you wanna call us niggaJust don't call us broke - nah don't do thatThat wouldn't be inappropriate, y'knahmean?Anything that would be uncivilizedBrooklyn what it look like?You gon' look back, look at how good I'm lookin(Oh yeah) I told y'all I was comin this year manI gave y'all the forecast, y'knahmean?I like predicted the tsunami was cominbefore the water hit, y'know?Look on your Chinese calendar, the year of the 'LosoHahahaha, let's get out of here 'Los
