DJ DRAMA & FABOLOUS - Suicide 2 lyrics

rate me

How u want it, In the abdomen or back

Cause enemies poke you from the front, Friends stab you in the back

The same niggas be tryin to collab you u on the track(What they do)

Then turn right around and try to crab you on the smack

Through the ups and downs I jus try to stay level headed

I hear a lot of bullshit but I never sweat it

Cause wen u ask about it, They gon say they never said it

They kno if it's beef I let the mac-11 dead it

And wen I spit you could dig it like a shovel said it

You could'nthear a hotter flow if the devil said it

I walk by em and wink, I don't feel t-pain cause I never had buy em a drink

Double shot of loso baby I am the drink

Tell em lay down on the couch baby I am a shreink(oh Yeah)

I bring ya lady home, But I got the 80 chromed

Niggas go Tom Cruise crazy for da Katie Holmes

Ma niggas livin and we fed, We don't look down unless she givin us sum head

I'm trippin bout bread, My push is the paper

I roll up like kush in the paper

I gotta be Kobe, You never see niggas like smush in the paper

Unless he got pushed in the paper

So my niggas be on sum bullshit, I call em the heat sweepers

They ride around with the street sweepers

They murk u at the grammys, But to kill you in the streets cheaper

Either way you 6 feet deeper

Loso a.k.a da 1 pump plaza suite creaper

King size, Double "g" gucci sheet sweeper

Da kid blow shots, Catch me and the kid robot

5 in the jersey, Cause the kid so hot

Similar to Jason, You point at the guard,

U must got an appointment with God

A meetin with Allah, Or maybe a hot date with satan

Niggas is food, I got hot plates for hatin

So wen they bring the name up, They gon say I came up

That shit alone be burnin these fuckin lames up

Come through in a Bentley, Just to turn the flames up

So you wanna take a shot, nigga bet da aim up(Aim up next time)

Loso top shelf, Nigga I'm da betta liquor

Ain't goin nowhere for a while, U could get a snicker

I fuck her quick, Get her quicker

Ma momma said keep ya tongue in ya mouth unless u a letter licker

I'm gettin money bitch, But I ain't a cheddar tricker

Got the texas toast meanin that my bread is thicker

As a youngin I was too cool to sweat a whore

Now I'm fuckin pretty bitches with dem good credit scores

Nigga with mental loss can't forget I ben a boss

Tryin me is like bungee jumpin with dental floss

It's a suicide