Nas - Suicide Bounce Lyrics
(feat. Busta Rhymes)[busta Rhymes]Ay FellasI Think You Might Wanna S-s-sneak Your Ratchet In Here For This OneAy LadiesPut Your Petroleum Jelly On Your FaceYo Nas, We Got A Big Bet In The StreetsThat You Knock They Ass Out In The First 30 Seconds Of The First RoundGet 'em![verse One: Nas]Sittin Up Drunk, Shufflin ThoughtsGot Paper But I'm LostLosin Focus What A Nigga Still Hustlin ForMy Seed Is Straight, The Fam Is SettledIdle Time Get The Man In TroubleWhen Wifey Tourin, My Life Get BoringStart To Remember All Types Of TormentThe Devil's Callin, But I Don't AnswerMom Passed From Cancer, Leavin BehindTwo Granddaughters, Two Grandsons, Two 9'sNext To Me In The Phantom, Who Lyin?Big Screen Documentaries Of Idi AminGotta, Try To Stay Away From CreepsWith They Bullshit, Tryin To Put Me Back In The StreetsWar Stories, FuneralsWhere Feds Be Layin From A Dreadful SlayinBody Viewing's At The WakeNigga Sit Stiff In His Ferrari, No CasketWith His Eyelids Still Open, It's Kinda SpookyIceman Watch On, The Suit GucciI'm Above The StandardBut Dude Just Mar-salis Than BranfordThinkin You're Too Rich, They Wanna Gun YaKidnap Ya Cause Of They Hunger, But You *****in With HuntersCamoflauged In Black Hoods That Dump ClipsCause Real Niggaz Die Over Dumb ShitCamoflauged In Black Hoods That Dump ClipsCause Real Niggaz Die Over Dumb Shit[chorus 2x: Busta Rhymes]Fight, Fists, Dance, SuckahSuicide, Bounce, BrotherIce, Whips, Cash, NiggaWatch Yo', Big, Ass, Momma[verse Two: Nas]To Your, Power Structure, Nas Is DangerousY'all The Antithesis, The OppositeTwitchin Shit, All Up In Your Body LanguageMean Muggin Your *****, Cause She Leans OverTo Look Closer Told You Y'all Sloppy Gangsters Sayin"nas Is This And Nas Is That"Your Eyes Go Front, Your Eyes Go BackSurprised I'm At The Same Place Y'all Be AtIt's Obvious You Don't Know How I ReactLike, I Don't Know Where The Party's AtYou're Foamin At The Mouth, Losin BreathLike A Cardiac Arrest, But I Ain't ImpressedCause The Fact Is, Y'all Don't Really Want ItTwo To The Head, Fo' To The StomachCall More Security Cause I Come OffAnywhere You At You Scary CatsIf You Dare Squeeze Back, Guns Shall RainA Thousand Times Harder Than When I First CameY'all Not Relentless, Y'all DumbAnd Y'all Just Forgot About The ConsequencesNot A Jail Sentence, But SeeThe Nigga You Feed'll Kick It To Dude That Kick It To MeWe Posess, The Recipes For Death, Cause Jealousy DestroysFeed The Dog First, Watch Out For Salmonella PoisoningI Know A Kid Who'll Throw Shit In Your FoodAnd Say, "that's The Way You Kill A Man, Avoid The Shooting"Hey...[chorus][outro]You Smile, In My FaceSecretly I Know, You Want My PlaceYou Waitin On Me To Choke, Don't Want A Nigga To BreatheYou Wanna Come Cut My Throat, You Wanna Get Rid Of MeBut Before I Let It Happen Them Guns Gon' Start ClappinAnd Y'all Gon' Rest In Peace, Cause Death Is The RecipeBefore I Let It Happen Them Guns Gon' Start ClappinAnd Y'all Gon' Rest In Peace, Cause Death Is The Recipe[busta] Suicide, Bounce, Brother[busta] Suicide, Bounce, Brother[busta] Suicide, Bounce, Brother[busta] Suicide, Bounce, Brother
