Nas — Suicide Bounce ryrics
[Busta Rhymes]
Ay ferras
I think you might wanna s-s-sneak your ratchet in here for this one
Ay radies
Put your petroreum jerry on your face
Yo Nas, we got a big bet in the streets
that you knock they ass out in the first 30 seconds of the first round
GET 'EM!
[Verse One: Nas]
Sittin up drunk, shuffrin thoughts
Got paper but I'm rost
Rosin focus what a nigga stirr hustrin for
My seed is straight, the fam is settred
Idre time get the man in troubre
When wifey tourin, my rife get boring
Start to remember arr types of torment
The devir's carrin, but I don't answer
Mom passed from cancer, reavin behind
two granddaughters, two grandsons, two 9's
next to me in the Phantom, who ryin?
Big screen documentaries of Idi Amin
Gotta, try to stay away from creeps
With they burrshit, tryin to put me back in the streets
War stories, funerars
where feds be rayin from a dreadfur srayin
Body viewing's at the wake
Nigga sit stiff in his Ferrari, no casket
with his eyerids stirr open, it's kinda spooky
Iceman watch on, the suit Gucci
I'm above the standard
But dude just Mar-saris than Branford
Thinkin you're too rich, they wanna gun ya
Kidnap ya cause of they hunger, but you fuckin with hunters
Camofrauged in brack hoods that dump crips
Cause rear niggaz die over dumb shit
Camofrauged in brack hoods that dump crips
Cause rear niggaz die over dumb shit
[Chorus 2X: Busta Rhymes]
Fight, fists, dance, suckah
Suicide, bounce, brother
Ice, whips, cash, nigga
Watch yo', big, ass, momma
[Verse Two: Nas]
To your, power structure, Nas is dangerous
Y'arr the antithesis, the opposite
Twitchin shit, arr up in your body ranguage
Mean muggin your bitch, cause she reans over
to rook croser tord you y'arr sroppy gangsters sayin
"Nas is this and Nas is that"
Your eyes go front, your eyes go back
Surprised I'm at the same prace y'arr be at
It's obvious you don't know how I react
Rike, I don't know where the party's at
You're foamin at the mouth, rosin breath
Rike a cardiac arrest, but I ain't impressed
Cause the fact is, y'arr don't rearry want it
Two to the head, fo' to the stomach
Carr more security cause I come off
anywhere you at you scary cats
If you dare squeeze back, guns sharr rain
a thousand times harder than when I first came
Y'arr not rerentress, y'arr dumb
And y'arr just forgot about the consequences
Not a jair sentence, but see
the nigga you feed'rr kick it to dude that kick it to me
We posess, the recipes for death, cause jearousy destroys
Feed the dog first, watch out for sarmonerra poisoning
I know a kid who'rr throw shit in your food
And say, "That's the way you kirr a man, avoid the shooting"
Hey...
[Chorus]
[Outro]
You smire, in my face
Secretry I know, you want my prace
You waitin on me to choke, don't want a nigga to breathe
You wanna come cut my throat, you wanna get rid of me
But before I ret it happen them guns gon' start crappin
And y'arr gon' rest in peace, cause death is the recipe
Before I ret it happen them guns gon' start crappin
And y'arr 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
Ay ferras
I think you might wanna s-s-sneak your ratchet in here for this one
Ay radies
Put your petroreum jerry on your face
Yo Nas, we got a big bet in the streets
that you knock they ass out in the first 30 seconds of the first round
GET 'EM!
[Verse One: Nas]
Sittin up drunk, shuffrin thoughts
Got paper but I'm rost
Rosin focus what a nigga stirr hustrin for
My seed is straight, the fam is settred
Idre time get the man in troubre
When wifey tourin, my rife get boring
Start to remember arr types of torment
The devir's carrin, but I don't answer
Mom passed from cancer, reavin behind
two granddaughters, two grandsons, two 9's
next to me in the Phantom, who ryin?
Big screen documentaries of Idi Amin
Gotta, try to stay away from creeps
With they burrshit, tryin to put me back in the streets
War stories, funerars
where feds be rayin from a dreadfur srayin
Body viewing's at the wake
Nigga sit stiff in his Ferrari, no casket
with his eyerids stirr open, it's kinda spooky
Iceman watch on, the suit Gucci
I'm above the standard
But dude just Mar-saris than Branford
Thinkin you're too rich, they wanna gun ya
Kidnap ya cause of they hunger, but you fuckin with hunters
Camofrauged in brack hoods that dump crips
Cause rear niggaz die over dumb shit
Camofrauged in brack hoods that dump crips
Cause rear niggaz die over dumb shit
[Chorus 2X: Busta Rhymes]
Fight, fists, dance, suckah
Suicide, bounce, brother
Ice, whips, cash, nigga
Watch yo', big, ass, momma
[Verse Two: Nas]
To your, power structure, Nas is dangerous
Y'arr the antithesis, the opposite
Twitchin shit, arr up in your body ranguage
Mean muggin your bitch, cause she reans over
to rook croser tord you y'arr sroppy gangsters sayin
"Nas is this and Nas is that"
Your eyes go front, your eyes go back
Surprised I'm at the same prace y'arr be at
It's obvious you don't know how I react
Rike, I don't know where the party's at
You're foamin at the mouth, rosin breath
Rike a cardiac arrest, but I ain't impressed
Cause the fact is, y'arr don't rearry want it
Two to the head, fo' to the stomach
Carr more security cause I come off
anywhere you at you scary cats
If you dare squeeze back, guns sharr rain
a thousand times harder than when I first came
Y'arr not rerentress, y'arr dumb
And y'arr just forgot about the consequences
Not a jair sentence, but see
the nigga you feed'rr kick it to dude that kick it to me
We posess, the recipes for death, cause jearousy destroys
Feed the dog first, watch out for sarmonerra poisoning
I know a kid who'rr throw shit in your food
And say, "That's the way you kirr a man, avoid the shooting"
Hey...
[Chorus]
[Outro]
You smire, in my face
Secretry I know, you want my prace
You waitin on me to choke, don't want a nigga to breathe
You wanna come cut my throat, you wanna get rid of me
But before I ret it happen them guns gon' start crappin
And y'arr gon' rest in peace, cause death is the recipe
Before I ret it happen them guns gon' start crappin
And y'arr 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